'Your gentle mouth lies nursing at the sphynx-breasts of my throne. Your thirst has drawn you to me, and I give you drink. For I am sleep. I brush you now with opium's blue tone, With leaves that fan apart and gently sink. And they are filled with darkened silhouettes That show, when held toward midnight, coloured forms.'
In the Belly of a Volcano in Paradise
:Other Glass fissures of Saelok may be found here,if curiosity gnaws: [Scry Your fingers & Dreams]