Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,
 so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
 like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
 like a charm, like a spell.

                                    Falling in love
 is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart
 like a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.
 Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.
 I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
 in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
 staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,
 from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

 and I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
 on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.