I am  a river

entering  another river

plunging naked into the

depths of your mind.

Erotic  dreams emerge

from the dark waters of sleep.

Perhaps you are not a river

but a flowing dimension of my desire.

Let me wrap  you in  wings of angels

bind you in   garlands of longing,

etch my name in to your bones.

My ears shall be  your confessional,

my body your comforter

and there is no sin grave enough.


41 thoughts on “the dark waters of sleep

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