at five a.m energy sieves through the minds of the asleep

creating pools of thought on the cool pillows and satin sheets

but i am awake tonight because i had the dream again

the dream where we are eating animal biscuits

and you are naked on the floor

and i am using the elephants and rhinos to enact a safari scene

on the jutting ranges of your ribs

and it is hot so hot that the chocolate melts

and i lick it from your skin

and for a few moments it is bliss

but then i leave blood on your breast

and my gums are bleeding

and the life is flowing from my mouth

and i wake up alone,

shivering even though it is unseasonably warm.

these nights alone are like needles in my arm,

a scathing review of my manhood

and how i wish i had been sober

when we kissed

but i was not

so now i sit here alone

with cold pizza, nudity and the moon.