"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Back again is the spectre in my dreams,
This ghostly body that can not quite touch…
but instead, holding the atoms around my body puts me to sleep.
Wrap me up and suffocate tightly the air around me –
In this distant lovers embrace,
Mab streams through my ears in her walnut shell
And I am full of you.
Close as a butterfly kiss I can feel your secret lips.
You bill and coo my synapses, diffusing through my body.
And when I wake you’re settled there
camped inside my head.
My undercover lover who’s the secret in my bed.