night composes dreams
writes them from bits and pieces
of a limited and
fragmented existence,
leaving them at
neuronal junctions
criss-crossing space like
an unplanned city grid

remain elusive
when wee hours
disturb sleep
while others remain
as vivid as moon kissing
the darkened sky or
sun pulling itself
from a deep blue ocean

a few
speak soft
gentle words of love
into awaiting ears

stir deep
breathless desires
in a cauldron of lust

awake in sweat
straining vocal
chords with piercing
strangling screams

mine are
more, more
often than not.
at least the
ones that recur

*Will be back soon to catch up on reading. I struggle sometimes to be in this environment. Thank you, for supporting my simple words. I appreciate it. – SD

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