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.
art by Babylon Premium