in the dim light the veins of my hand
make more sense.
a few lights: streetlight outside, mobile phone charging,
mark the course of my soon-dreams like airport lights or
slow slow lighthouses.
(be gentle dreams, be
)
i rub my hands across pillow faces
hoping to find even one long herhair to touch.
not tonight.
are there rainbows at night? (i wonder)
i think how, for every woman's name
there's a man somewhere in love with one.
( losing , lose , lost . )
night is a simple shape anyway.
cuboid. eclipse. schizoid.
three paces from my bed in any direction:
shadow... rainbows i haven't eyes to see.
it rains silently in one corner,
in another a cat i don't own purrs,
blinds and blankets and private lawns:
the nocturnal kingdoms have a hierarchy of their own:
he who breathes hardest,
loses fastest.
you win some,
you lose most.
1 comment:
I haven't forgotten you. at least once a day I write a few sentences in the letter I am composing. composing. interesting verb. in reply to yours. but then I erase most of them. so you can see how it's slow going. I'll get there in the end.
thank you for my birthday wishes. V.
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