i dreamt you had a tattoo on your neck
with a little scratch beside it.
i went to touch it
but you jumped back
out of reach with extra slack.

then a vision of a swollen eye
appeared to explain something.
you'd plucked your eye lashes
with hopes to cry
and cleanse your wound with the stream.

that eye haunted my morning
but i didn't much mind.
you were reading a book as i walked by.
a book of pretty ladies, perfumes and good wine.
i placed my chin on your table for a ladle of lies.

i stuck my chin on the table
in front of you
my nose next to your boots.
you were soon to look up
and right on cue
our eyes got caught in super glue.

and we examined eachother
through our divine doors
yours damp and swollen
mine brittle and coarse.