HERMITS
I want you,
I want him too,
I want all of you
To come sit by me;
We’ll light a fire and never leave,
Let ourselves be hypnotised
By this mid-summer night’s dream.
We’ll hollow out the trunks of trees,
Sail to where the wild things be,
Live in this jungle
Rent free;
Say we’re Hermits
When only in hiding be we.
We’ll cut off the rotten bits of meat
To prove how fresh the rest of us is,
Then pretend not to be haunted by them
Like the maddening itch of a phantom limb.
When within you is nothing but the full blossom of night,
When the terror bleeds through the circles
Of tired, dim light,
I want you to come sit by me,
Politely;
We’ll make of it a holiday,
Build ourselves more castles made of sand
And wait for the sea.
(c) Abby Oliveira 2012
