Drowsily, I long for your sweet sedation, lust, yawning, for your soporific charms. I adore this blurry threshold moment, be gentle, go slow. Your waves come in hard, a relentless crash, inexorable, unyielding, narcotic. I drop for you, my dead weight cocooned and warm: this abandon, escape. You fill me, my coasting, surfing brain piercingly, ecstatically overflowing, people and places loved or unknown lives I can never revisit, joy, ecstasy, heartache, all night in these sheets. Misleadingly still, silent, my body inert, though my mind is carried off. I am suffused by you: imponderable, ethereal ideas permeate me, visions hold me in my bed, oblivious, snug, out of control. When you leave me again, renewed, I cling to the dimming shapes of your foggy dream shores, those ephemeral figures. I wake to regain my disoriented self, still devoted, as your embrace fades in the light. - Tanya Fenkell