september 2022 (v)

...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...