Last night with the slates of
sun shifting in through my basement
window deep in bed I dreamt of you
of your soft tongue tasting me
left flank to shoulderblade
of you swallowing me whole
heavy in the muscles you made
the tendons you grasp
and ask me to pull
of my palms taking you in
like a wide breadth of landscape
covered with vineyards
tall grass and wild flowers
of looking into your eyes
until there was no seperation
between your stare and mine
last night I dreamt forever
even now I am awake in the
shifting mosaic slate sun
yet still dreaming on you
you consume me infect me
you drug me intoxicate me
my pupils are wide and open
catching the breeze
you make as you move
my grin is as wide as a cleaver
and jagged full of words for you
I would lose my mind to save you
I would let the streets run red to protect you
I would hold my breathe forever to hold you
my high eyes and cleaver grin would bend
the stars to carve a path to reach to you
eyes try
though caustic I may be
I would stretch the river full
to be with you
a perfect drug
catching the breeze
to be with you
awake and dreaming
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