Joyce's Thoughts

They were shadows
surrounding the edges of my place
haloed in smears of light.
My bed was
very small and they
came from far away,
another planet,
of which I had
traces of memory.
Yet they touched my body
and whispered foreign thoughts
in my ear,
something I could hardly hear
and couldn't understand.
It tempted me
toward the impossible.
Tempted me
toward something I lost.