Delius Morning

Swimming in
my head
are compositions
I try to drown
in black coffee
and
cold fried rice

strange notes of
melodies
the unapproachably familiar
weaving patterns into
a red velvet
cape wrapping
seductively
around the devil

chipped mug to my
lips I can
sense angels
crouching close by
always on guard
to teether me
back from hovering
too long amid
the fire.

Nikki Lockhart