You Sit And Watch Me Dream Poem by For Matilde

I sweep up all the leaves
they look up at me
like dried flat worms
curved in elliptical resignation

They cover the autumn grass
like an armada of small shallow boats
savaged by a storm
With eyes closed I bend
and salvage just one

I feel the rust on my fingers
I raise its twisted battered prow
I feel all it's journeys
all the depths of the oceans
beneath its broken narrow keel

Against the wall
at the end of the garden
you sit watching my dreams
your eyes a map of all emotions
of all latitudes
of the endless lament of sirens
of all the golden meridians
your lips open like a perfect rose