The Problem with Dreaming


I thought you had left –
abandoned me when I pushed back;
when I closed my eyes to you;
when I learned to breathe.

But it seems you’ve found your way back;
forced yourself into my dreams
like a vapor inhaled
a demon I can’t expel.

My breasts rising uncontrolled
from an ocean of molten silk;
fueling my rapid heart and
beading my tear-soaked sweat.

Here, in my unconscience field
you plow me down as a tender reed
and leave me to die of shrivel
recoiled into myself.



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