I fell into such gluey love with the dreaming,

I let it feed me like nothing off plates. 

Every night I drink from the bowl of it:

The broth that steams,

The flavors of fresh air and smoke. 

And you. 

I’ve a poached and tender heart 

But the embers of us have no end and no start,

The burning touches all the burnt and 

My blue eyes are blistered, I seek blessing;

I bathe. 

Soon I’m enmired in this swamp that feels so sweet

Like jelly; it holds me. A cradle of impact

I’m a clam in the sand. 

I keep my eyes closed and slip back into sleeptide 

It carries me quicker than the toll

of the sun 

Unable to bear light of the goodness around me 

When the glare of such terrible love has been blinding 

I sink down to the depths

with the dazzling mud 

And my dreameyes can open with 

no sting and no flood. 

2023