Thursday, December 19, 2013

Sleep dreamless

Reflections on a mirror frame
I smile into your whisper
Can u comb my hair?

What sleeps in defenses
Demands me to tame
A moon of blue flowers

Faces cannot maintain
Deepening flames of amber
Squeezed into a box

Sealed with fish bones, fences
The key, thrown into a river
I dive, we dive, we drown

Key in your hand
Hand in my hand

Under its surface, the river
Is an ocean and the sun
Is made of amber

Homeless camouflage
All destructive anger
I dream

Then close my eyes
Sleep dreamless, always