a silverlit nightmare can be as gentle as

a silverlit nightmare can be as gentle as

a portrait of a child
   neglected
pale as milk
from some unknowable
                 mother
and she is beautiful
                so beautiful
                             so dressed
                             so poised

                  cracks through
which i saw(,) as a boy(,)
secrets are yet in her eyes and yet is always
yet
she moves
to me, at l(e)ast she is flawless

           small body comes
to rest, awkward and cold and pained
            i AM when her lips brush
she takes                the red
                     so poised

and when i wake i will
                  need        not find