She stood
in the doorway
of my haunting soul…
—
Midnight childhood
daytime dream
the losing
of my emotional control.
—
i hold her
pretty little hand
as we drift throughout the concrete forest
off too, our own
magical, erotical, secret
disneyland…
—
Kissing knighthood
honestly an lovingly we’re misunderstood…
Within no haste
leaving a bitter taste
of honey sweet escarole…
This piece written within
my own fantasies…
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