Dreaming Affairs

I know more than to suppose I'm hurting anyone. We're using each other for the status, of course. I've never had anyone love longer than a slap, to know if I could love longer than a slap.

Dainty lover, white as the grave-dancer

Faceless, your face. Limbless, your arms.

This heart. This heart. This heart.

I fell down the rabbit-hole an hour in,

Swallowed whole in the forest 3 days later,

A week on, I am 100-years asleep, 

Waiting on your non-hands. Your eyeless sockets.

I say it because it's real. Or rather, it's really what I feel.

I am miserable with your dream in my head,

It hasn't stopped turning you over since your first joke,

You remain still, in some bed, far from here -

Or maybe you toss. Turn. Like I do. Like I wanted

For you. It was a prick, a little thing, a mere flicker,

That caned the flesh until it was barking red.

You could have your knuckles twisted in the panties

Of one girl a minute, and you would still be one of my line-up.

You are the thirty-third dream I've had this year,

It's January 28th. I feel you whimpering away from me.

You will die eventually, die from me.

It won't mean much, but at least you will take,

From me, the time I waste. I have far too much of

The damned stuff. Quick, like light, dare to race away from

My nothing face.

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[Saddam]

Or maybe you toss. Turn. Like I do. Like I wanted
For you. It was a prick, a little thing, a mere flicker,
That caned the flesh until it was barking red.

Interesting write dear.

[Amorette Duvannes]

that's very kind of you, thank you.