“We need a resolution” was the jam,
and I think we’ve come to one – but in dream,
where she said hi and I thought it a scam,
till we talked it out, no lies, not a scream:
She came up to me, and with a hip-check
said hi, and I thought it was some flimflam,
until she delicately hipped my neck
and sat at the table with a known lam-
artist, fleeing at first sight, smell of blood,
and then creating, in dreams, the whole peace –
it’s all about crossing that line; I flood,
I mean, fled through the waves of many seas:
But I’m still awake, and I’m still alive;
I’m gone before hate and death can arrive.