By Madison
Date: 12 February 2001

on waking

overhead, the heater fan 
drones through an open vent
it hums
like a water shell

daybreak swimming through my 
window glass, its colors stained 
with mist and clustered ashy moss

another distraction
another clasp in the the metal chain
that brings me back
to you, to a wave of dreams

the rhythm of your touch seduces
it strums my spine, played back 
in silence, shuddering 
against the slender willow of my soul
		
far from the ocean now 
I think	of you, your whisper like
a water shell pressed into
my palm.  it bends, it billows
in a wave of dreams.


M Madison
10 feb 01