I dreamt of you again last night. You didn’t turn a hair.
Tell tale signs have reappeared, waking
as I rock back into bed, kitchen venetians open
too soon, day sliced through before it has risen.
The steel sink radiant in the morning sun. Your smile, mercury.
The bird calling. What bird cried all night? What bird cried at all.
There is sweetness here and mystery.
ReplyDeleteyes, indeed, Rob :) Thanks, as always, for commenting.
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery in this......
DeleteThank you, Jack.
DeleteLast night i dreamt i went to manderley. Great shiver
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteAren't they great lines, Michele! :)
DeleteThanks for this one Efi, what great mystery and what great love.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lucy!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed that, I think I get it, but that would be confessing.
ReplyDeleteIs this some sort of riddle? It seems deliberately elusive.
ReplyDelete