Lucy'd Dream (an alternate adult lullaby)

Morning light somersaults
                                                  in to the blue
                                                                            room.
Rolling in at its convenience.

                                          Tumbling, back flipping, cart wheeling
like the fast heels of
spring boarding, mattress haling
mascara smearing, sleeping gymnast Lucy.

Her eyelids crunch and mister sun makes her mind
translucent echoes of July fly nights tanking a tequila sunrise

                                        spilling over the window sill
                                               falling,
                                 flattering
                                                the wavering sleep of light bodies.

Speckled dust passes weightless
through the tangible rays, soaking a pink grape-fruit shaped carpet in

Still. Soundless. Silence.

Radiating the bed with ultra-violet,
like lilac particles waltzing on body parts.
And she thinks her                                          arms are green,
                                                                                          stacked,
                                                                                     asparagus.

Blinded

in the infusion                                            Lucy’s headache chooses.

Morning cup of liquid light, seeping white
brewing tiny shine flecks along indents of two mangled heaps
of flesh.

Eye compressed by funny bone.
Lucy’s pupil cradles his elbow,
                                                                             Like a telescope,

to see dust star gymnastics to the funk of daylight.
Flurrying up the face next to her s l o w l y,
authenticating the unconscious mass
of the living-morning-masterpiece. Mister bed, not just “in her
head”, real, there and breathing. He is still, soundless and
silent.

                        Lucy revels in his whiteness and then rounds off,

                                                                                        high beams

                                                                                        and lands

                                                                     sweetly back to sleep.