your dream from disturbed sleep

you scrub out unassuming cold sweat.
wild, drawn-out dreams escape your grasp
as you try to recall them.

vague and clouded memories of
two girls hearts, a pure first love.
their coagulating figures, hazy and misshapen,

blended like garden party cake & ice cream
into a single sickly substance.
it's sharp flavour leaving your tongue - sore.

you fill your heart with stale bedside water,
its breath, baited to purge the dryness,
washing away first kisses.

a quick trip to the bathroom.
tiptoe through the phone-lit hallway
and over sleepless sleepovers.

as your head crashes to the pillow,
it shatters the future we were to build, 
slices the knot we were to tie. 

and you forget what even woke you.
less than a thought, less than a memory