Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Sweet Dreams

Falling down
The rabbit hole of darkened vines
A tangled web of
Hot desire
I twist and pull but only find
Myself becoming
Trapped by you
My mind entwined by what I find
Inside your deep and
Icy well
In which I break and penetrate
The surface calm
The secret life
That bubbles up and swells within the
Hidden place
Inside of you
Screaming in a soundproof room where
Dreams of love are
Piled up in
A long forgotten dusty corner
Waiting for the
Door to open.

Alison Day