On Dreams

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The dreams have started to spread

thudding under my chin and elbow

the dance of a song,

a bridge of warm laughter.

We lick each other

in warm oil and nights,

wet sheets and trees of hope

A final leap

and a levitating scratch on skin,

it crawls under my slippery neck

the loose, aging skin

lost in parameters of transcendence and sins,

Abandoned by all

it has not the face of people,

of mundane , temporary people.

Brown, molten and crisp

in eternal restlessness,

always rising

traversing night and days.

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A few years back, I was lost in the era of pain and wound, emotional and physical reverberation. Times that made me crippled, head full of variety of aches and then I decided to print my emotions into a voice louder than my pain. I wrote my book with labor, love and sweat. I am grateful for the lovely, heartfelt reviews it received. If you want you can still read my book Crimson Skins on Amazon, Kindle available worldwide. I would appreciate it. Thanks.

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