Mourning Dreams

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My dreams trace your laugh-lines

and sparkles part grey clouds between light lashes

Fingertips brush tensed lips to release breath

held within a chest hungry for my hands

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My muscles clench at the rustle of my lonely sheets

Sticky with desire I cage behind my eyelids until

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My pale lips twist ruefully, the fun teenage fantasies

disintegrating beneath the glaring dawn of another monday morning

My barefeet flinch as I trudge to pull on another pitstained tshirt

before beginning an another obligatory run

While the warmth fades from my soft sheets


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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

I can almost always empathize with your poems and this one is no different. Dreams can be so potent and vivid, an Oz to reality's Kansas. Always good to see more work by you.

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