Now that I've held you
In the eyes of my heart
Waiting…
For ghoulish whispers
Lodged in throat of sleep
To melt like candy floss
Will waking be as sweet as dream?
Will you be luring
My stubborn thoughts
Into the lustful eyes
Of that receding light
Where poets masturbate
Repressed longings
Will waking be as sweet as dream?
I myself was a poet
Long ago in after life
I crave riddles spoken
Into the gourd of wind
These selfish words
Spoken in the heat of argument
Turn me on…
Will you understand the need to unplug flapping wings and just be?
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