My bed is a montrous box
Thin, tye-dyed sheets
and a forty-year-old quilt
Is all that separates me from
Bedzilla

Tried my right side
Kept seeing my closet door cracked
Just enough for the demons
To swirl out and
Drag me under

Tried my left side
Flashed on the love of my life
Staring back at me
With his pleeding puppy eyes

Flopped onto my back
Found the keyhole between my eyes
Squeezed through into sleep
Not slumber
But sleep this side of waking
Where dreams fuse with
Reality


I found myself in a meadow
Brilliant green beneathe a soft
Wash of moonlight

I moved at a near sprint
Drawn towards a symphony
Primative passion
Lovemaking

Wildcats mating, snarls of
The joining, satisfied roars
Signaling completion

I slowed, shifted upwind
Crept very near
Somehow unafraid
Fascinated

Some movement gave me away
Exquisite feline eyes
Found me in the grass

Grey eyes, flecked with green
He purred and she looked up
I gasped at her face
My face