Lying back on clouds capricious birds tweet
into my ear so I open my empty palm
expecting metaphors to light like songbirds.
From here I can see the river Delta,
dark green tarpaulin stretched across the hemisphere.
Murky waters reflect gray skies and broken hearted
memories flow past with fleeting clouds.
Just before sleep captures my mind I consider
You say I am your guardian angel and the warmth
of my breasts your confessional.
Together we Suspend above the boredom of life
sinking in ruins of madness.
art by Karol Bak