i dreamt about you while i was awake. and in my dream you were sitting down, for once still. i sat upon your lap and saddled my thighs around your thin hips like ropes.
your hand was in my hair; you didn't speak. i had my mouth in your mouth. then there were shocking acts of denouement and remaindering and craving

beloved, sometimes the skin starves

the future is leaking through the door.
and i long for something
i know not its name

i keep the thoughts of you until the night falls. then the day haunts me

i am empty, so empty. yet i feel like a bowl of water, tumbling over, ready to spill

when the bough breaks the cradle will fall
and down will come
baby, cradle and all