Dusk-eyed boy,
I dream of you
Dreadlocked and
Loose lips
Displaying silent, foreign tongues
Scarred from a deadlocked past
Etched in harsh horrifics
Yet pure as the primrose you place
Behind one abashed ear
On a boat I'm drowning in
With feet on dry land
Dredge up the courage
To invade my conscious, boy
My dreams draw your outline
But details are drawing blanks
Outlook's sketchy
In conclusion
You're a recluse,
Hiding in the flawed folds
Of my forgetfulness
And the back-streets of wakefulness
Lay siege to my sunrise
And when we meet
I won't deny the dusk.