Your limbs curl around me like human pyjamas.
Head heavy on my chest with red wine snoring.
Whales hold your dreams in silent storage;
living chests full of memories.
Jellyfish pulse through liquid skies
with ghost squid hauntings.
Turtles swim by like wise old men
strolling in an underwater park.
You sink deep into this lower world,
‘The Man from Atlantis’, via Birmingham.
Carefree and submerged in sleep,
you dwell beyond my reach.
Where do you go? I wonder…
as the alarm clock calls you back to the surface.
Past Broad Street’s Hen Party mermaids
in the black water blur of Brindley Place canals.
Welcome home.