It is easier under the soft light of sleeping, all my hard edges smooth out. I'm round and full and strong. I can carry you as far as you ask me, and I do. I am wide and plush and easy to hold. My waking bones buried beneath a haze of soft flesh. I am appealing and warm.
We move slower, each breath collected and savoured, everything kept in dusty notebooks, in the tubs from 16mm films. We keep every word under wraps. We keep it.
You speak another language, all vowels, lucid and wet with saliva. slippery and warm. I translate with my tongue and lips. I translate.
Under the morning sunlight i see myself, all bones and thinning hair. Long fingers and weak. In the sunlight I see myself. And I wish for coca butter dreams.