by: Richard S. Sexton Jr.

In my dreams, I have someone to hold me
in her arms, tightly enough to burst my
spirit and spread it amongst the stars.

Every now and again, she let’s me talk
dirty to her, whispering thoughts of my
virility into her ears, my knowing her.

Always sinking deeper into her heart,
I am emotionally bound to her.

Fading away all of the black,
all I see is in technicolor.

Every pixel, animated with our hearts
beating rhythmically,
showing our affection for each other.

In my dreams, we are one and then I
wake up realize that I just missed
reality, with you all I could dream of.


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