What Morpheus Said
Poetry on the 18.13 BRM to LDN
On Thursday you filled my numb mouth with kisses while the sky burnt blue. I slept, lucid
As you cradled my waist at the base neocortex
Wide lip rough with silence
but even here
where I pull the strings to make dreams dance
you never said you loved me
Did you dream the same in some Grecian manner, a message from Morpheus or reluctant Freud
Did you kiss these lips that never met yours
In the white hot parlour with the burnt blue sky
