In my sleep
I am using the blade
Of your jaw
To dig
In the soft hills of my
Mind,
Tearing up clods
Of thought,
Striken with fleshy roots,
And pulling streaked, heavy
Memories from the
Soft pink ground.
I am making a hole,
Round, huge
And level.
Beautiful.
A pool to fill
With the clean blue
Water of You,
So I can jump
And be covered,
Swim,
Touch the bottom
and
Inhale.














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