This morning I woke up

As the dream;

 

Eyes on the pillow,

Twin and skinned.

Tongue, placed,

Bewildered,

talking, stilled,

On the coverlet.

 

All I was;

All I was left,

 

A mute stare towards dawn

Born from

An ageless night of storms.

 

 

Dan Belton 13/02/2020