by Joey Rougas
I clothe you in these ultraviolet rays
and listen to your charming, honeyed song.
Your feet tread rose and lily paths I’ve lain,
my fingers stroke the visions that I’ve long
let rule my psyche of a you that is
not you. I reach a lonely hand to touch
your glowing cheek, your lips for just one kiss.
The crystal dream you are, you don’t ask much–
you wrap me in your silken clouds all night
and hoist me on the plinth I’ve built for you.
I kiss you in the blinding morning light
while you hold me. It’s all you know to do.
But when I wake there’s no one in my hands–
just me, a hopeless boy, a sieve holding sand.