Save the world another day

Honey,
you must be away
saving the world,
tucked in your four poster bed

Are you smiling in your sleep?
oblivious of my suffering
as I lay writhing in pain
your scent in my hair,
its more than I can take
through my lungs
you have reached my veins

Alone,
I gather the pieces of my weakened will
I need to taste your lips,
your tongue, your kiss

Honey,
come quick
the flood is rising
save the world another day...

Glass

Through slender fingers
the glass slides
glides into space

a little boy escapes his mother’s embrace

It is violent,
how glass breaks.
last night I broke a glass
beautiful child of sand and lime
clear as crystal
shimmering under bright lights
holding carefully, the liquid of my dream

I watched it fall
to the marble floor
there was a loud sound
a dying man’s shrill cry
the kind that resonates in your ear
long past silence

What a cruel sight
its body twisted
mutilated and unworthy of use
my dream poured out of cuts
sweeping the floor
into the street
and finally down the ageing drain

It is violent
how glass breaks.
and takes with it
everything it holds
my dream died last night