dream recovery by way of magpie attack

you are sweeter than anything smells or tastes
and you look like a dream
I have once every night, but forget
when I wake,

Until some glimpse of you
brings it back, with a sense
of deja vu

As you hit
me, full-force like the feathered touch
of a wing from a bird
who has struck my skull

- on the stars that I see, I make showersful
of wishes,
concussed
from a mind made whole