Would that I                                                            

Were dream

Thread need

Through needle eye

Of your desire

Tread heady high heel

Joy upon the back

Of lust and fire

Grind flesh on flesh

Till pain should

White heat reach

Sweet blister weep

Arched fingers splay

In element

Not found by day

Till glistening skin

All done in

Should tumble 

Readily to sleep…

 

 

Would that dream

Could last forever

Not live in fear

Of clock chime

Sun’s shine

In your face brightness

Out of sight mindness

Bitter after morning pill

A Lover’s overfill

 

Or rude awakening

To find

An empty stair

No cut glass perfection

No fancy confection

But in its place

Trammelled skin

Scored and so flawed

This solitary pumpkin…