Daytime Dream

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


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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