Awaken
troubled tales unfold somewhere down in the realm of dreams
and tricking beats
most days begin this way, hiding, beneath the quilt,
submerged in layers
fluid flows against the slant of tilt, coalescing
with warm moist arousal
something rises from the deep with a dim sense of self
still kicking sheets
my who, my where, my when is warped, whirling and twirling
in time reversal
observe, as scenes shift in apparent random sequence
so unsettling
scary run through the strangely familiar
running, running, running
float out beyond a murky leap fro danger
in sublime rehearsal
to break surface instantly, suddenly exposed
protruding shoulder cold
left-over feelings endure, mood colouring
unexplained demeanour
afterthoughts flood in, disturbing the mixing broth
with incoherent desire
flummoxed flung, strewn scattered stones
where tumbling boulders rolled
my bleary one eye blinks, shafts of light revealing
cruelly crude occasion
as the external world forward-beats
tick-tocking the moment
ever-present memories merge and play
imagined expectation
my companion travels in close, touching skin
soothing this rude invasion
dawn greeting, outstretched arms uplifted
open to the blowing sky
wild branches sway, apple fruit swinging
joyous before the fall
little birds dart for cover, bigger wings flapping off
to hidden roosts
ominous rain precipitates, stirring the mud into uncertainty
the hope of knowing why
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