I haven’t written
because the night
has eaten me
the vicious caress
of a knife and fork
the teeth of the moon
its huge cold mouth
I wallow in
I pass through
and come out
the other side
into morning

you were
all over my dreams
last night
we were dancing
we went home together
in cocktail dress
and suit martini laughter
in the morning
I emerge
you are gone
the pillows are covered
with sleeping children

I can still smell
night traces
of you
like the smell
of the sea
between the notes
of traffic smog
and coffee

I can almost
feel you there
you are not far away
but the distance
is long enough
that at least today
it is too much
for me