06/04/2012

Watercolour Dream

with your head on the pillow
watercolour leaks from your ear
drenching the pillows spectral
and the sheets kaleidoscope
like a faucet your pores wisp
nebula particles onto my skin
multi-coloured specks
get caught in my hair and throat
but you don’t notice, you’re lost
in a comatose surrender
you don’t feel my hands
claw at your chest, or my tongue
on your neck. you don’t even feel
the knife I plunge through your heart.