The thought of you
stayed too late in my head,
so I went to bed...
dreaming you hard, hard.

I awoke with your name,
like tears, soft, salty on my lips,
the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.

Falling into my life, larger than life,
beautiful, you strolled in.

I hid in my ordinary days,
in the long grass of routine,
in my quiet room.

You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone's face,
from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon
which gapes at me.

I open the bedroom door.
The curtains stir.
There you are in the shadow,
like a gift, like a touchable dream.

What do I know of angels,

but when you are near...
I am forever shedding your feathers.