In the depths of  slumber I

Slither the passage of night.
Hedonistic dreams unfold one upon the other
until  you are no longer within reach
but a far off  memory from waking life.
Transparent mica from an ancient site
of  subconscious,  not even that,
something sparkling that disrupts the air
 I am transformed to the
flickering tongue of a snake foraging
A wayward river,
as  fluid as the night.


art by Boyana Petkova