Free Fall

I

Last night,

my thumb worked

a silhouette on the

bed.

The wet stillness

lent it colour

and it evolved

into you.

I blew it

an unreal kiss

and bit my thumb,

and then I woke up,

woke up to a free fall.

I have been falling for years.

II

I have been falling for years-

going up, somewhere,

uncoiling rapidly.

I've been stuck in a free fall,

the cocoon of reality.

I still wear the dream

you'd spun,

for I fear nudity.

How did it begin,

you, me, and

you and me?

III

4 a.m.

February, 23.

I'm falling, falling, falling-

falling free.

IV

The silk sheet

has lost the contours

of your being.

You're free?

You're free.

I bite my thumb

and I suck the blood

that's there

but won't come out.

V

I'm away,

being stirred

in a cauldron of blood.

I know not

what stirs me.