New Pornography

I haven’t quit, dreaming.

I think in layers, unfurled

Reach the ceiling

Tired

Mind running through all the players in your world

It’s a kind of madness, love, I’d gladly wish on anyone

Breathing less necessary than the heart’s thump drum

Sumptuous payoff, stay off, get laid, off to another, no

I’m here, praying, up late thinking about you,

What book cooks up your attention,

interrupted by the one and only snoring moon

I stare at the orange clouds creeping between oaks,

Puff of smoke billows forming normal sized pillows where your head rests

Ah if only our dogs got along beyond the strong mountain test

If only any of this was real.

                              If only I could feel I’m not the only one out here naked and alone, 

                                                            Dreaming. I haven’t quit.