Studies in Sobriety Poetics Donate.
         
  It was a dream I once had and as a side note to it then the day before  I bought a beautifull scarf. I was certain I had put it in a drawer, but when I woke up it was next to me on the floor. It's most likely my memory playing a trick and i'm quite a messy person - but it's an intriguing story. The weeks which followed was litterally hyper-sexual. But that's not much of a difference to the standard. ;-)  

Tricu Dreams

 

     

I found myself in a room
  with two women
sitting on a very large bed.
One was watching television
and I for fascinating conversation made
   with the other woman
  behind her in a
low voice

 The black ladies of the court
and their shy eyes burning with
    a lust
beyond the gates of desire
singing their sacred hymns of
    fuck me
a rite, not of passage,
  but penetration

Then I caressed her thighs
  to which she replied:
"You're really ugly to look at"
Then I laughed and agreed
"I would have been prettier with teeth"
   then on bed we lay
  and made love
for sounds.

she tied herself to me
for a whole night
   pricked me
until the soft parts of me
      died.

The other then looked back
  and asked " - " I don't know
for I woke up from the dream
and on the floor next to me
was silk woven in arabesque threads
   as if it dropped out
  of the dream
with us.

       
 
         
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