by Christos Polydorou
Dream of me tonight.
Dream of my arms, my hands, my fingers.
Dream of my lips, and my beard.
Dream of my brown eyes.
Dream of me, till the morning light.
Forget him, he is second best, and you know it.
I am the best.
I was a mountain you were too indolent to climb.
Dream of me, that’s right.
I am the guy, who knew.
You said you were sulphuric acid to my brain.
Meanwhile I was sulphuric acid, to your heart.
Dream of me.
I slipped through your hands, like a kite.