Dreams XX
dancing through my dreams
a partner's lips brush softly meek
electric sharp right through the spine
from a sense against my cheek
then with razor blade incision
I lightning bolt awake
the last image of this sleepy tale
was the smile of a cunning snake
she reaches over to my sweat
whispers gentle in my ear
murmurs sounds that I love so
to placate my prickly fear
and soon I am in dream again
there I rest in the void of night
while beside me tears begin to well
as she prays I will win this fight
Poetry by Eli
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Written on 2009-12-04 at 13:35
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