density

But then I dreamed the same back
all covered in skin tags
and that was pretty challenging

but I think it was my body
and him sleeping on it
fronting the world

maybe just wanting to
I don’t know
the dream is the image

in an upstairs rank of some helpline
was it my happiness?
I don’t knit

but I think it was my bed
and him sitting on it
facing the wall

all that stupidity
I relinquish to mindlessness
simplicity and shallowness and smooth geology

and me behind his naked back
I don’t know
maybe touching

I did the song of his body
the beautiful silken song
standing up on a platform

all that skin
I resort to metaphor
sun and shade and smooth grass

and me behind his naked breath
I don’t knit
maybe testing

in an upstairs room of some house
was it my house?
I don’t know

maybe just wondering
I don’t knit
the delicacy is the issue

I dreamed the skin of his back
the beautiful silken skin
sitting up on a bed

but then I descended the same breath
all covered in density
and that was pretty convincing

First published in Australian Poetry Journal 5(2), November 2015

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