What is this 4am place
Of half-realised dreams
That blur into the guilty gaping wounds
Of half-realised dreams?
Do you have a foot, hovering over the threshold
Of these half-realised dreams
As you teeter on the precipice
Scared to fall into them?

What is this 4am place
Of half-realised dreams
That calls to you like a siren,
Pulling you under with the panic of breath,
The erotic asphyxiation
Of half-realised dreams?
Do I appear during that subtle shift from dark to light
In these half-realised dreams,
Dressed only with your smile
As we fall into them together

Half-realised?