A DREAMING WEEK - KEY QUOTES

not tonight,

I’m dreaming

in the heart of

the honeyed dark

in a boat of a bed

in the attic room

with my hand on an open, unread book,

a bird that’s never flown

in the typed words

of a poem

till the stars are

blue in the face

yards and yards of

black silk night

in the crook of midnight’s arm

like a lover held by another

till the tides have come and gone

sighing over the frowning sand

scored on wave after

wave of water

under the stuttering clock,

under the covers

the last of the daylight hurrying

on a date with the glamorous dark