“My Sleepy-time Cloud”
Ink on Heavy Paper
I saw a vacancy near my sleepy-time cloud.
Am I alone? Have I stopped dreaming?
But she was young and abounding and beside me.
Her white skin was a labyrinth to the misty touch of my eyes.
She cradled my inner-child, floating in the warm thick.
Part of you. All for you. Wake your sleepy child.
How sweet does it get?
Show you. I want to.
I would look away and feel her disappear.
