Haunted in Dreams
You don't ever see me hovering over the end of your bed,
stark white against the black of your bedroom night.
You don't ever feel my mouth pressed eagerly against yours
as you slumber on and on unaware.
You hear only the gentle beat of a moth's wings
against your ear while I whisper as if from a memory,
but your body rises in heat and when you wake
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stark white against the black of your bedroom night.
You don't ever feel my mouth pressed eagerly against yours
as you slumber on and on unaware.
You hear only the gentle beat of a moth's wings
against your ear while I whisper as if from a memory,
but your body rises in heat and when you wake
all ( Read more... )
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