For clemency, I lie you at the end of my bed –

rest, and keep the flight of my wrecked dreams at bay - 

this is your sleep,

a seam of undisturbed silk.

 

I’ll take my psychiatry with the fluorescence of the day,

there is no hurried rivulet for you to claim,

calm though you are, in the pest, be calmer still in my absence.

 

The draw of each hour will see you throned

in quilt and coo of stillness. Yoga bear - invite your limbs

to clothe the bud of your sweet heart,

where movement moons, I have my memories

 

and on my return, hushed prince of purr,

be kind to my mistake,  seeing you  -

a trapezium artist for my wake, quick child that I am.