I sleep in my cereal bowl
And walk the length of mirrors.
My eye-lashes wilt in Spring
And I drink spoonsful of cake.
I talk to flowers
In the potpourri bowl.
I see stars by the sun
And sweat under the blazing moon.
These distances I walk
To quiet my chattering nose.
On your birthday
I wish little puppies and get bitten
But unlike yours.
The pirouetting flowers in their descent
Sigh like you did after we made love.
The names that endeared you
I have given to doors of my house
Which I hug on my way out.
The global itch of wanting you
I feel on my thumb and a little
On my little toe.
What Time had given me
I lost amongst the broken
Clocks in my world.
And this sepia tinted present
Envies colourful memories
Of you and me
And our two cats
Whose tails I would grab.
Today as I think of you
And feed my dog, newspaper
While reading the growing ice
In the refrigerator,
I smile at the curtains around my waist
And how you righted
My once topsy-turvy world.