Dreamscape

Early morning dreamscapeflying over sea spraywatching ghostly shapeswhite sea lions gliding from the foamadrift inside a cliff facewindows open to wild birds bathingin cold grey light.I can smell you, soap, musk,mingled sleep breath:outside the language of lovewe are adrift in our own desires.So much rain in shroudstight on your skinhitting roofs, stinging faces,a sting in your tailI rearrange the evidence.