You are my nightmare
In summer, you rest
uneasy in the morning light.
In darkness you gather me
from the cold cobbles
as I hiss and whine at
you, my nightmare.
My, my, my.
Is it that you are
mine?
My nightmare of my sleep?
As I gulp down the
red rich liquid?
Mine to be had, to live
with?
To live in.
You are my button-less shirt,
my dress that rides up,
my lipstick smear,
my second baby.
You wriggle in the bed I
make for you, cry at night.
I am hard.
Hard to the touch I recoil
as you lay your bare hands upon
me, nightmare.
My thought, my sex mine
mine mine.
There is nothing now,
not a single thing that will
wake me.
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