In my mind,
I lift up my head and fill my lungs with
imaginary air
I’m at peace, now, with such vigorous desire

I’m passionate about sleep.

Undulating shadows from the leaves of trees
A butterfly made from translucent paper
The sun is your lover

The sun is your lover
Delicious
Old friend
I’m smiling at you with such peace that my eyelids
Fall asleep

The gentle touch of a wood pigeon’s gaze
Child’s laughter in the whip of a squirrel’s tail
Birdsong is a sigh

I have two strong feelings inside me
One comes from the heart
It is made of blinding fire, and it radiates from inside
The other comes from my belly, and rises through my ribcage
And surrounds my heart.
It radiates too but it is hollow, and made of ice.
When the two mix, is when I cry.

The invisible history that is me
Stands on end to all directions

If you could feel how your blood
Pulses softly through each and every vein,

There’s warmth in your touch.