To Freud

You were the dream
At first
it was a cartwheel of colour
not a dry dream becoming obscene
but bordering on the blue sea of carnal calm
when I slept with thoughts of you.

Then the sharks
circled the raft
and the sun was start sinking
in a near nightmare of garish
hues
not red hiding
hurt
when I lost
you.

And I dreamt I was drowning
dark in the depths of deepness
a bath of blood blackness
and I was clutching at the
wrecks of my understanding
of searching search in the maze
of my mind that left you in
nightmare.

Tessa Malcolm