Mayflower
I am sleeping
-- lipped to dreams --
feelings flicker within its mists
indefinite within deflectibility
nevertheless motions of needs
begging
to be released from dreams
begging
for the reality of rue yearning
for the kiss
of happiness;
the touch of the Rouser of Love
I awake
-- lipped to the Mirror --
white riddle
blurred
into whispered Word
Poetry by myra
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Written on 2005-07-02 at 21:45
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