I dreamt about you

last night

for the first time

in years.

You were in a hospital

or refuge

or somewhere

like that.

I climbed a rope

with a rose

between my teeth,

up three storeys

at dark blue midnight

to your bed,

slipped in beside you.

There was a man’s voice

murmuring

somewhere

off-camera

and I felt the warmth

and the firmness

of your body,

your new tattoo

in the dark blue light

and you woke up,

smiled,

said hey

what you doing here?

and I said shush,

be quiet,

don’t make a noise;

I have come to save you

again.