Sunday, April 2, 2017

Land of Dreams



Each morning is the tacit foe that signifies our end
arrogant and gluttonous in its manner
thief of our light 
and now here it is,
drawing me away from my dreamy chasm.
Already 
my lips yearn to venture down your spinal cord again
blissfully lost amongst your edges
I’ll never let go of our ruffled sheets
never forget the pricking of each hair
electric
tousled effortlessly into the chaos of our kisses
the symphony of our limbs
making music
I will find that place again
Even if I have to carve the sun from the sky
and pick its cosmic pieces from my flesh

forever

-K.V. Kenney

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