Wake up!

You can't remember where it was.

Had this dream stopped?

The snake was pale gold

Glazed & shrunken.

We were afraid to touch it.

The sheets were hot dead prisons.



And she was beside me.

Old, she's numb.

Her dark, red hair,

The white soft skin.



Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,

Look!

She's coming in here

I can't live thru each slow century of her moving.

I let my cheek slide down

The cool smooth tile

Feel the good cold stinging blood

The smooth hissing snakes of rain...