Author Koh Lin ◦ 1989
My heart thumps in staccato
as i stir the doona that keeps me warm
it clings to me and bears me down
to places that are never found
taking me far, where no thoughts are
An electric jolt flips my eyelids up
and i miss a beat
for silhouette against the dark
the tall black stranger flickers
and casts his shadow across my heart
no sound, not even breathing
just a silent grate against my ears
as he looks at me, where no eyes see
Two beds suddenly appear
like apparitions shimmering, then real
and from the windows of my eyes
the sheets are folded to accept
a sleeper that may never wake
and with a surety of mind
he points the bed upon the right
and smiles at me, where no mouth be
Then reality prevails
i sit up sharply and crunch my eyes
whilst in the doorway the blackness pass
into the darkness of the night
and i see the figure…where no one might
