nightcap
dreams are slipperysome stroke my palm and fall like tears
others are trembling on my fingertips
a sitting book of echoes and messages
ghost-knocks
the lark of it
just for the hell of image flicker
open the clasp
the bold green nightcap
velvety as a cat
lit up with fears
or trembling you are still
wild and dark, a fish without water
our dreamworld songs
all the salt of tears in bold green bottles
taken little sips nightly
posted by Cathy @ 8:46 AM
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