starlit in dreams

I don't remember what I told you
just the word sounds scratching
like metal picks scrapping swiftly
against iron-gridded locks.

I'm not quite sure if you were weeping
heavy-handed sighs and hands
fumbling pauses skipping
moments for moments gone.

the music of memory swings
like a pendulum through
jurassic reverberations
abstract like love or love
or musky body smells or that unenduring
creak of bones when you
push against my ribs
after an endless night
filled with sleep and dreams
like dinosaurs hatching
from eggs shaped like rocks
dislodged from the morass
between indigo-colored plants
nestled in deep agony

I hope you hear me
because I'm shouting
or whispering in rhythms
repeated incantations
something deep beyond me

disembodied

you see me
digging through time
trying to grab onto real
gritty pressurized composites

I don't know what I hand you
I can't hear myself so help me
speak up and touch

those stars
eking through the clouds
pinpointing clarity in confusion

in dream-lit screenplays
the actors need no words
and the dreamer decides
whether to be in the audience

or on stage

each act fades to black
and by the end is known
the tender caresses
tragic under starlight

the best dreams resolve

unglued
audience transfixed
sits in heavy silence