FIB FOR THE HARLEQUIN
there’s
a
soft place
inside me
with ‘do not disturb’
signs stuck to it with Super Glue
it’s
a
dark place
hidden hard
behind obstacles
engineered to stop intruders
sharp
spikes
placed near
explosives
damage most who dare
approach this secret location
but
you
snuck past
all of this
the steel and grenades
sounded no alarm as I slept
night
sang
sweet tunes
as you crept
so deliberately
intent on gaining the upper
hand
on
my dreams
and you touched
a lost memory
three times with a sharp, pointed stick
broke
I
awoke
with music
spilling everywhere
hemidemisemiquavers
fell
floor
quivered
shattered, I
screamed until my breath
met your lips and you carried me
up
to
a land
where ‘keep out’
signs were not allowed
unless they were written in jest
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