Category Archives: Dreams

Starlight of Flesh

Resurrect some head and give some breath. Outside with variation. Slap the flash of sun shadows. Fiction. Read the story girls. Whisper stories, celebrate the taste; a guide for ghosts. Uncomfortable bend on stone. Starlight of flesh. Softly Softly Softly

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Shadows Paint the Walls

My home is warm where skin blisters a fragrant smell.   But my home is warm and I survive.   Someone is always telling me to leave, but home is where I find my blanket.   It is me.   Call it sane mayhem, or … Continue reading

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Tame My Monkey for Smokes of Hot and Fetching Breath

Dizzy rates high and lists of bars lowered.   Tame my monkey for smokes of hot and   fetching breath.   Soon darling soon.   Polish to gleam   and inspect  your hole.     Your encase and clinks to ground excite my ears. … Continue reading

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Once More for Making Sure

Release the heat and lick my soul with cleansing flames. Once consumed, I will be free of earth and space. Onward sentimentalities; give our embrace tonight – is certain. Turn the dial and etch the settings. Once more for making … Continue reading

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Blushed Romance and Foreign Lip-Lock

We sail smooth runners iced and swelled, in teas of black with Chinese talk-talk.   Lay your hands on me, such smoothness tickles; my fuzz and temptations – you feel.   It’s our room on Boulevard Saint-Germain where hush-hush is our … Continue reading

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Twinkles of Stars

We turn around and find  pinholes, water streams of light, from stars who swallowed and took our lives.   With sounds of snorts and whiskered, bully throats.   Whose heart am I searching, in this season of hello goodbyes?   We look upon … Continue reading

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