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Sport 42: 2014

That was just a dream

That was just a dream

You were there trying to kiss
me with a mouth full of food.

I was wearing a dressing gown,
planting hellebores,

running away from paramedics,
pulling out an IV line.

And you were taking me apart
with your teeth, so white.

As the moon watched from above
I was gardening in the dark.

Scattering mustard seed
& lurking like a bumble bee

around a borage flower.
Watching like the kingfisher

waiting for the newt to rise.
You were the ladybird

flying back to your burning

I think I set
this fire myself.