Dreaming through her Poetry
a mirror a chaperone a meandering girl looking frigidly at me affixed to her Dreamtime in a giddy September day and I see her glowing in the dark the feral sighs the vulgarity of whispers ,,, are the euphemisms of her erotically erratic romantic tinctures of her life stuck in the corridors of her asylum the blessings of her eyes the hissing of her footsteps & her allegiance to the darkness hurl me into the soul of her mirror … and its fury … here i lie in silence secluded in her illness drunk in the marrows of her hot poetic verses







