Visions

I sit and stare
at the screen
unwilling to
move
strange this
lack of tiredness
when  usually
my  head is so
heavy  and limbs
of lead
refuse energy-
like wax repelling
water
I feel a strange
reluctance to
come  to the warmth
of your bed
where  you are
I feel fear
flutter my
chest
that the precious
energy  buzzing
gently between us
will be snatched
away,
thieved
in the night
as we  sleep
tightly wrapped
in one another's
heat

I sit and stare
can  almost finger
the  hope
that flits in my
thought
as I speculate
on  our fast-
fleeing future, full-colour
legs pumping
just ahead
I want  to

rush  into the
bedroom  and
drag  you from
our  bed
to help me
catch  this
vision

as it dashes
through my  head you  must

help me
prevent
it disappear help me
preserve it
for us here
intact
in all its
glory-clothes.

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