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...