Your face becomes salty
in the midst of my sheets
which turn friends into new found travellers.
A traverser of a plane between
joy and death
but who will come out on top?
I am on top now
so you can feel safe here
for just a moment
when you come.
It is temporal like your love
for me, like when they all said
'You make me feel alive'
before they disappear from view
to another fleeting lover who calls.
But I am not alive when they
don't travel at my side
and I cannot taste the sweat.
Our incense burns in the dark
like two cats eyes
or the eyes of a demon saying
'You are not alone.'
But he does not know if it fills
the room with love, or with fear.
[Claire Adams Ferguson]
