Sunday, April 22, 2007

dreams to come

I am the dreamer,
and I am the dreams,
cloaked in erotic twilight
with a sun between the seams.
My thoughts are my actions
Soaring beyond open-eyed sight;
they feel real in your arms
that cradle me through the night.
Cling and hold me when I come
Before night recedes
and the dream is undone.

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