...to have waited so long for this
this reality in absentia
delicately touching your face
as it passes by
this tissue of air
this cavernous fiction
that, with closed eyes
softly kisses your breasts
then moves on
down into the earth\'s great hall
where bones lie waiting for flesh
and reality bleeds with strangers
those vast, grinning angels
who hold in perpetuity
a dream between their teeth
and so, so this release
this longing for freedom
to come and gently touch your face
an explosion behind closed eyes...