night talk into dreams
drifting like plankton among the shadows of passing spells wrapped in french sheets of transience moonlight on brows and elbows tiptoeing through a stranger's dream
a story without ending sweet and hot like turkish coffee served in tiny cups filled anew forever
letters written with white ink flow pressed out of erect nipples unread and stored in shirt pockets close to the heart - if i turned to page seven would the teeth of my dreams of translucence be sharpened?
beyond the concrete of all considerations you are arching over me your rainbow fool's gold and colours of everything to come skin exposed to the sound of night eyes like heartbeat grazing bodies sore with life spread out beneath the fresco ceiling dancing slowly meeting parting touching in an ancient rhythm of blue
silent be silent but swallow me into you lest the cool air finds any space between us let silence potentialize radiate while the thunder of the city is screaming in the night of chosen destiny giving birth to a desert rose of forgotten sand |