June 15, 2006

Anatomically Correct Dream

Late last night

as I slid into my quiet,

I didn't flounder

or falter

when it came onto me heavy,

like a permanent inhale

I knew I couldn't shake it,

that is, to tempt a hastened parting:

voluntarily forsake it

when it slid into my curves

firmly cupped my naked soul

this anatomically correct veil of sleep

pressing deep

shook my frame into a thousand tears

like liquid glass,

hardened fast

and cut me from my reverie

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