Geoff Stevens

Within Synapsial Contact


Falling asleep thinking of Silver Nitrate,
dreams were cellular stained
with the dendrites and axion traces
of the brain,
grey matter blackened with oxides,
sulphides, whatever,
of argentine salts
which extended into the spinal columh,
its nerve cells lighting-up, metaphorically,
like the coil-bells of a pinball machine.
But the synapse communication
is a gap and not a connection,
the body circuit-board's success
at short-range telepathy.
It is not a cable system, our dream-minds
realised,
and with that established,
began to co-transmit the sleeping video images
of our subconscious fantasies,
a mutual cross-projection of mingling eroticism
which had terrestrial intercourse beaten,
heads down.