I belonged there in my own silhouette
watching from a distance with borrowed eyes
a puppeteer and marionette married under one disguise
but tonight
thunderdrum heart and lungs make my own pulse dance
with such simplicity that I question my unconsciousness
tonight you are the stranger-guest
but hardly strange, I guess, you filling an emptied memory
standing on a shadow that was infinitely there
tiptoeing in and out of my cerebral cocoon without
disturbing the other dreams afloat
you employ the mystery I was satisfied with picking up
like a black silk bundle, a tin lunchbox, a moon
as my eyelashes kissed
