I can’t help where I go in my sleep
Into the damp paving slabs of a different city
Up your moss clogged gutters
To suckle the smoky spit from the concrete
Of your sill
Wait by the window you will open to breathe
Wind my way inside your nostrils,
Down your windpipe
A snake in possession of your insides
Or sit beside you
Mouthing wordless songs
Settle into the warmth of your bedsheets
To await your return
I wonder if you do the same with me
An infinity
Of you within me within you within me
We don’t coach journey here
We travel by submarine
Arrange to meet just before unconsciousness
Where the Ocean takes us
Back to back staring out at monsters
Rippling behind glass
Daylight hanging before fangs
Whales the size of Regent Street
And sharks shining like wet Birmingham concrete