twilight, fox, zombie

Twilight zone

starts from around midnight just ‘til dawn,
when we are safely by ourselves

when time is a stowaway
the watch negligent (and neglected)

the darkness outside reveals
nothing of the hours

you lean a littlecloser
touching heads, arms, shoulders

silently agreed upon
as raindrops melt into ocean

*
we shrink the world
cut reali ties and set ourselves afloat

these four mundane walls
form our buoyant vessel

our fox burrow, rabbit hole
traveling out to sea

on the winds of goodwill:
there is nothing to think about here

no past
no subsequently,

only this long, elusive rising,
the horizon of a new land

*
there are pillow islands
and down muffled words slow

a flimsy, persistent bridge
shaking with drowsy

fossils unearthed restored slowly,
in warm arms of sympathy

two sardines in an ample can;
you choose contact over space

I think, or maybe I imagine,
within the confusion of a tangled quilt

your front grazing my back
your lips,my hair

*
birds tweet an alarm inversed -
the sky lightens, time to sleep.

*
when we wake there are only two friends in one bed

and something else

not quite alive
but never fully dead.