the room guardian (inspired by the works of anyaboz)
your absence of face, a perfect oval
of void-dark
surrounded by a wild man's mane of
iridescent fur,
my guardian in the corner of this muted pink bedroom
with crystal heart and stick legs:
the bad dreams
filter in and out through the doorway
at the very sight of you.
i breathe out.
you breathe in.
i breathe out blue morpho butterflies.
you suck the lovely insects out of me -





















