thoughts of you come;
stars,
hands-full of salt
cast across the onyx sky
of my mind.
hosts of images scattered;
a vandal with quill and ink
set loose
to randomly punctuate
the bleached dome
of my skull.
nerves and atoms whirl
scintillate within me;
hallow-boned birds
forever hovering,
damp dreams of torment.
i spell your name
with magnetic letters;
romantic runes
charged with erotic enchantment:
the whole alphabet
you
the smell of honey passion
you
the salmon sunrise
you
the sweet-scented subtle sheets
you.
damp dreams of torment
are delicious,
swimming within a diamond,
your dew moistening me
through the wool
blanket of the day.
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