Tortoise barely ahead of the hare,
child of the warm, lasting hugs from the golden age,
then child around whom I could never secure my arms-
What are you doing here?
In saturated room, with glowing skin!
Mustering audacity, planting kisses, airing pep,
testing me ridiculously-
Where is your cold, your grey?
What has moved within me?
Child of all my dreams…
2 thoughts on “Visitor of Dreams”
Thanks for following my blog! I like how you use “hijacker” to describe the shifts.
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Thanks! And you are welcome!