Interlude

House of Heart

I sigh, light my cigarette and turn to you.

Within this dream  I propose let us fly away.

Your eyes so dark

whip my mind into arousal and your

rugged hand  on my  thigh makes me

soft inside and everywhere.

You whisper that my  hair so near

and my lips a crimson darkness devours you.

Against waves of joy and sadness dreams are

always what it could be like.

Suddenly hares chase foxes and Roebuck’s

hunt hunters and I bury my face in your

chest and you shield me within  bleak arms

to not  see the terror  and we fly away.

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