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

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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