Rest against me,
I remain constant
Sure and knowing,
Stirred to brute action,
By virtue of want,
How I could crush you
Beneath it’s substance,
The constant dance of you,
Knows how I match your
Ceaseless sweet movement
With certainty.
Kiss me goodnight
At noon,
Time and space
Are affectations
For with me,
It is only now
And as you soften
With a brush of my fingers,
The world slides away
Before it begins.
MB Blissett 