Now and again
the same dreams
haunting me.
A drenching warm heat
the hum of the human swarm
a cluster of progeny
complex and monstrous.
Digging nails into flesh
bare heels in the sunshine
outcries of amazement
the brink of a cool spring.
The tickle of the tongue
long deep sighing
sliding neatly into place
lured beyond the gate.
Whimpering sounds of protest
the strong full pulse
embryonic development
the song of the cicada.
The hazy languor of your eyes
waggery
a fused cell
ignorance of myself.
Nuzzle my cheek
slumber peacefully
grammar, syntax, arithmetic
the manner of our death.
Backwards and forwards
indolent dogmatism
an act of conception
the flower of polite learning.
Tantalizing brush of lips
remnants of a beaten army
a trillion cell massive apparatus
spooks and demons.
Moving sensuously over flesh
sylvan arches draped in long moss
the ghost of an idea
the height of urban spirit.
– suraab
That is nice glimpse of another world Matt… wonderful… thank you…