angels whispers
tell me secrets
I remember
when I sleep . .

visitations
made while dreaming
make for inconvenient
speak . .

hostess at the winter-well
stands there naked
cold as hell . .
she gives me
a purple coat
kisses me,
her breath,
it smells . .

like a coconut
and whiskey,

I feel drunk,
'til fairies whisk me
up into the air
we fly,

kitty follows,
we're so high,

kitty's dead
so she's translucent
licks my head,
blows on my bruises . .
I missed her
so much before,
then she's gone,
a nasty pour of

tears come down-
we fly some more,
angels say, don't cry-
you'll snore.
I stay quiet
as we land,

fairies lift my weightless hand,
saying bye for now
they fade.....

Slowly
I wake up
today . . .

copyright 2006 Rose Loya