tongue of slumber

the tongue of slumber, your
dreams in which i slept when you
left, i, on your side, dreamt you
slept, still.

upon each ridge of wake i, my
hand in yours, shrank mellowly at your
side, against your
back.

i, my face in your skin, a scent
ascent i smell your life it
puffs behind beneath the
silk of sleep.

vine

beneath a friendly feather--a

delicate down puff plush top,

curled under cramped:

practiced plants, vines full and

strong stretched stretching

swollen caught kinked just

behind your shoes.