Dark Room

Dreamed have I of your Ivy dark

And moss carpeted backways

Dovecotes, birdhouses

And shrub tubs made of cockleshells

Fir cones on strings

And white magic Woman’s magic things

I have sought out your lap

Cool hands have held me there

And sleep has saved me

At the end of your dewy verdant passageway

In your dark room

Beyond the shadowy apple green kitchen

The peeling passageway

The standard lamps and mountainous sofas of the living room

To where the sun dances through walled backyards

Through yellow yellowed lace and ivy leaves

To the room with clocks

Where sometimes you pant

And sometimes you press cardigans

Of your ivy deep and moss carpeted backways

Dovecotes, birdhouses

And shrub tubs made of cockle shells

Fir cones on strings

And white magic

Woman’s magic things

I have sought out your lap

Cool hands have held me there

And sleep has saved me

At the end of your dewy verdant passageway

In your dark room

Beyond the shadowy apple green kitchen

The peeling passageway

The standard lamps and mountainous sofas of the living room

To where the sun dances through walled gardens

Through yellow lace and ivy leaves

To the room with clocks

Where sometimes you pant

And sometimes

You press

Cardigans