Tuesday, September 15, 2009


Deep in my dreaming sleep, I am touching her, and she unfolds underneath my fingers. When I wake she will be lost, gone forever, and I do not want to see the day.

Deep in my sleep, I am kissing her, and she parts like waves under my soft tongue. What words this tongue would say if it knew human speech, but outside this dream, I am struck dumb, and there are no words I can use to make her mine.

As the sun comes, I am paralysed, inert, drained like a battery you used and cast aside, once powerful and alive, now just a shell of metal, filled with useless acid, dead to the world.


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