I burned in sleep; not knowing how to wake.
in a room with mirrored walls
in the company of identical dancers
and stopped alone to an empty room.
I danced to memory’s constant soundtrack
I danced to imagined concerts never performed.
I knew only humdrum adolescent wants
a fantasy book for the weekend
a scratch-free second-hand LP.
the ceiling boundary lost in dark
the mirror stilled till morning
our fingers touched patchwork
where we were stitched, seamed; where we became undone.
We were flame, we were paper
we knew only our singular want.
We did not know; how could we know?
What we would be when we awoke.
Thanks to Harvey for letting me post this new, unpublished poem.
Harvey Molloy is a Wellington poet who blogs at http://harveymolloy.blogspot.com/
He is also author of the poetry collection ‘Moonshot’, published by Steele Roberts and pictured above.
That’s a lovely poem!