Our Bodies Dream As Well Poem by Patrick Szwaja

Our Bodies Dream As Well



after a night in insomnia’s clenches

i drift off to rest on a glorious couch

the gods must have deemed me fit

for i easily melted into it

upon stumbling awake to bullets and bombs

rambo taking my tv by storm

i realized my arms were cold and bare

and my fingers were dream running through your hair.

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