Interlude #HouseOfHeart

In this dream I turn to you and

light my cigarette from the glowing

tip of yours. 

I propose we fly away.

Your dark eyes whip my mind 

into arousal and your elegant hand

on my thigh turns me soft inside.

Your breathing is a sigh against

my ear that whispers my hair

and crimson lips so near devours

your resistance.

Against waves of joy and sadness

dreams are always what it could

be like.

Suddenly hares chase foxes

and Roebucks hunt hunters and

to shield me from the terror you

hold me within bleak arms.

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