Man of a Thousand Dreams
Each is a feathered drip
Which falls whirlpool
To its own unrequited bottomless
Of naked love exposed
Each a petal comprising the blossom
Pulled at its stem
And counting “ she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not ”
In their dandelion clock
Blown away in exquisite parachutes
And as seeds they take root in my soul
But un-watered parch for their growth
But still sprout the bloom of her name
And the verdant leaves and stem of remembrance
Blossom perfect in a single flower
Each hits as supplicant drops of rain
Which covert diamonds
Wet silken expressions of skin caressed
Sources my trammelled heart
With an eternal obsession
Bitten
On her lower lip
Audacious the flower rips
And a thousand twists in its cavalcade
Aspires
To rampant and tender dreams
I whirl dizzy in their wake
But bent to my blood of aching
Cannot separate this vocal perpetual
Of plasma, salt and corpuscle
In its red velvet fire of desire
To rip atoms from dimensions untamed
Each is a headlong drip
Which hangs present in waterfalls
To its own cascade relinquished bottomless
Of naked love exposed
Each is a petal comprising the blossom
Of her
But it is in the shattered damage
Of her unappeased finger tips
By hours and seconds and years unrested
Which drag these dreams to darkness
And leave me to brood over the beauty of blossoms
The taste of her scent
The solitary irreplaceable drip of love
Which washes the flood of her dreams
To rip atoms from dimension untamed
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Submission Name: Man of a Thousand Dreams
