Paingel

Your dream fills my
Ears nose and mouth with
Vanilla scented ocean water
Thousands of fingers squirm like
Maggots in a dragnet
Your puckered lips become
A bright red life-preserver
I reach in to discover
It is evening; we sit rapt
At a scarlet table
Your strange palmistry maps
My future without you
I thought that I’d never
Have to see you again
Now one more timetotirzah

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