Declaration
How do you want me to dream, I sigh,
my thigh on your back, your dreams
are blank, bare shelves of black,
of white light burning into night,
into day you slide from sleep,
slink into scenes,
I caress the secrecy of dreams.
my thigh on your back, your dreams
are blank, bare shelves of black,
of white light burning into night,
into day you slide from sleep,
slink into scenes,
I caress the secrecy of dreams.
(photo by Lauren Gene McGrath)
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