Night Sweats
Never write
about your sweated dreams
or sleep beyond each sunrise
You will not shake off
those fallacious night beads
There are no secrets left
in my head
And waking late
to such a foul mouth grog
does my humour no good
Good God
Do not listen to this shit
We ran painless and fluid
We were wanton again
Do not return to me
in my sheet-damp dreams