A phantasy

I come back from sleeping regions in the psyche,

Awake, thoughts turn to you, I turn, like you’re in my bed,

You’re in my head, turn my psyche away, from me,

Lost in my head alight, creeps with suckers reach

Creeps from minds leech, laugh into my psyche out-peeps,

Turn from that stained land, turn, touching something,

G, next to me in Dreamland, I said your name