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DreamsEach night, I drift to visit the garden of my dreams;
A place wrapped in the shrouds of disjointed illusion.
Nothing inside its gates is ever quite what it seems,
But my sleeping mind finds sense within the confusion.
Logic is irrelevant in this imagined place -
Like a puzzle, it's challenging and mysterious.
Dreamland exists outside of regular time and space;
In a realm magically conjured by my subconscious.
Events that would seem truly illogical elsewhere
Are created as my night-thoughts converge and condense;
It all feels perfectly logical whilst I am there,
But on waking, I wonder how it had all made sense.
However strange it is, I'll dismiss my confusion;
As I do love adventure, and I long to explore.
So many different sights lie within my mind's vision,
Flows on through
Arteries and veins.
Pulsing so temptingly,
It lures the thirsty dwellers
That the hilltop castle contains.
The nightfall is their invitation
To come and feast on the population.
Spreading their wings, they descend on the town -
A cloud of hunters in the moonlight -
Striking their victims where they roam.
Blood runs freely, like red wine -
Feeding the bat-like hoarde,
Throughout their night-feast.
When sunrise comes,
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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