To Ju. V.:
Night dreaming over
breeze penthouses
beneath cold paved streets
after my beats,
a capricious flesh tune.
Then was you:
You did
a huge uncertain there
a foggy presence,
fading after a dream.
Flashing souls awaking
dreamy quivers.
Then there we’ll meet
warm clothes under
our naked hearts,
kissing
‘cause I’m already in love with you.
(After Tom Waits “I Hope That I Don’t Fall In love with you”
