Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Naked

In the dream
I want to stay
Naked,
a subway for you to ride on.
My long brown hair
the rope
you climb
to my lips.
In the dream
you are my winter,
the pure white bed of sleep
hungry
for my virtue.
In the dream
the milkman’s shoes
would regard the animal within us
with envy.

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