Night-life

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Does anybody know the way
back to the frangipani trees?

5.

Their egg-yellow flower centers
​& velvetpinkwhiteyellow petals
burn incense to the fairy-godmothers
of flowers and poetry
​& lead me by the nose;
​(convincing me nightly to leave the living room
in search of their fragrant memories
​& subconscious moments).

Roses open here at day-ends
and breathe out their poemspells,
blushing
us with pleasure
​& drawing out (at last)
little hideaway smiles
at ourselves
​from our petrified dream faces.

Even the day-butterflies
​fly at night here;
​fluttering in my hair
and tickling the air around
​my flickering eyes.

from 'Night-life' in I sleep, I dream