Kingdom

In the valleys of pleasure

we lie, pressed together

in my dream

like an unshelled nut

warming me with

this unexpected embrace,

your chest is the broad 

bank of the hill, at my back

I did not know

that your hands would be 

kind, because your eyes

are filled with dark fire

and you wear cynicism 

like a hooked crown 

look for me 

when you are passing 

through my kingdom of

asphalt and flat roofs

where the dust of concrete

lies now like a sea of smoke 

I am afraid that 

tomorrow is just ahead