Focus: This Picture (II)

Forget the name you call
Give me a bed and I will make one name
I will make roses out of glass
and monsters from pets
forget what my eyes see
there’s a deeper hole in my pillow.

Forget what you call me
give me a bed and I will chant more names.
I will sword and victor
I will become the song on a lady’s lap,
forget what my ears hear
over there are tales about my fierce smile.

Forget what you call me and give me a bed
I will dream a dream inside a dream and you will be lost.
My name you will not remember but your hearts will tremble

Ruddapoet