Dreamland

Out of the orb of sleep I rise. - I've counted

this dream before. Some radiant sun flares,
an onion rind drops from greasy fingers,
Cleaning hands. A leaf of concern flies
Between us. This loving cup cradled, somewhere
Satellites circle, boys in bars like living moons,
Caught in her radiant bean.

Whispered come-ons thrown aside until it's time
For redemption. There is a certain celibacy
In solitude – and I've flipped through her pages
Barely enough. I've wanted an indelible impression
-nearly longed for it-

But we have abandoned the rules of romance,
Skipped the courting ritual

In fact, we've grown too cynical, the situation

spitting us out

And if I hesitate to let you

In, don't think it's because I don't want you

Inside. In my sleep, I can never find the door.