I KNEW THAT SHE LOVED ME

 

I escaped last night

into a heightened dream

from a dull and longing sleep

 

and the stars murmured

their cool ballad

to the approaching sky.

 

Secrets hung like ghosts

in the corner of my wanton world

all blurred and drugged too deep

 

and I knew that she loved me

from her invisible motions

and the dagger in her soft reply.

 

The questions concealed in her eye.

 

Her smile a luring prison.

Her blink a beautiful danger.

Her breath a poisonous magic.

 

And I knew that silence

would soon let slip its whisper,

knew that fantasy

had never been so real

and I knew that she loved me

because I knew everything.

 

I knew.