vir Kim
vanoggend het ek van jou gedroom
jou tong was so koel en tuimelend
soos ‘n waterval diep in my mond
liggaamsdele en tonge is bekend in my drome
maar ek kan nie onthou dat ek vantevore
gedroom het oor ‘n sensasie van temperatuur nie
die koelkoelerkoelste tong het jy teen myne gelê
- wat a verruklike siddering skiet deur my nek -
jou tong het so helder en kabbelend gevoel
soos die water van ‘n bergrivier
die sagte nat koelte van jou duikende tong
het die donker poorte van my wese
met sy groot skag lig oopgekalwe
nou loop ek die res van die dag met
hierdie droom-deurdrenkte keel
my oë wil net terugkeer na slaap
my lyf is warm en nat gesweet
my dye wil onder my insak
sedert die droom
is dit net my tong
wat koel en standvastig voel
***
i dreamt of you this morning
for Kim
i dreamt of you this morning
your tongue was so cool and cascading
like a waterfall deep into my mouth
bodyparts and tongues are familiar in my dreams
but i can not remember that I have ever dreamt
of the sensation of temperature before
the coolcoolercoolest tongue you laid against mine
- what a thrilling shiver shot down my neck -
your tongue felt so lucid and susurrating
like the water of a bright berg-river
the soft coolness of your diving tongue
carved open the dark corridors of my being
with its great shaft of light
the rest of the day i have been walking
with this dream-endrenched throat
my eyes want to return to sleep
my body is warm and sweaty
my thighs want to collapse
since the dream
it is only my tongue
that feels cool and grounded today