(to dream) the impossible concerto:

roll in smiling tickled space

of hands and arms- and you

cased in flannneled patterned place

in hardly softened hue

grab your fingers place them now

inside your very dreams

kiss your lips and show you how

to come apart at seams

mount and move in endless time

to pulsing pounding beat

of swollen need in perfect rhyme

of lovers timeless heat

















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