Dream To Sleep

During your head on pillow phase,
Strange noises emerge
through passages of ticking clocks
Carving giggles of innocence
into a curtain of crimson love
down stairwells of young lust.
My tired feet
Punch white holes in my history
Winding me through you.

2001

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