Visitor of Dreams

Oh mirage,
translucent ghost!
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…

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