Clandestine Encounter
Night visions
come to me when I am sleeping,
or am I
merely flying out to meet you.
Leaving feather pillow behind in the dark
night after night,
seeking the light of a netherworld
where embraces are
soft with muttering, touching,
straining against a remote fantasy
hiding in the back room,
the odds of which
make the air thick with tension.
You’ve caught my hand
and pulled me in
one more time.
You who say you never dream
spend an eternity in mine.
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