DIVINATIONS 
MAGAZINE

I am your Dream. I am the glint of night,
a murky ripple when, snared, you slip
from a daylit skin and breath and sight
into another. Wherever you trip

I’ll linger – don’t flinch. Where those loving limbs
– warm and capable – sweat, forgetful cold
can’t dry the linen, where your head now swims.
I’ll steal back chapped lips, calls unheard, on hold.

‘Before’ or ‘now’ mean nothing.
                                                          Worry it’s lost?
Not in me, burning through closed eyes. Whim hits
you, as my sparks drift together. The cost?
Just melt into me… Remember. Flesh’s heat
joins dream; claim that gone body, relive ghosts.
Own it: your want, your past, is now my treat.