Naked form
in early
middle-age
etched
brushing
receptors
water and air
filled skin
over the soil
of sleep
in the layered
cove
of cotton
the nearsighted Sometimes
night the images
resting from sleeping
horizontal stay
in front of
Raising his torso Pahn sees his open eyes
Raising his torso Pahn sees his open eyes
and turning columns hallucinations
toward her hovering
he sees over the breast but when gone
three thin spirals of Aiks are seldom
as even as remembered
Slinkys spiraling again
of smoke in even ringlets
rising several feet lost
from her chest into the room in the mind's
network
She awakens He is startled perhaps
briefly by the lifelike happened upon
asking sense someday
"What's of wellbeing by accident
wrong?" in a
in whole conversation
"Nothing" and sleeping with a lover
he murmurs feminine
"All is good" breathing
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