Lucid I Hallucinate Your Mouth

lucid i hallucinate your mouth,
like a wounded flower,
opened out,

stone in your lips, the cherry,
stone in your cheek, the peach,
stone in your fruit, forbidden,

beyond the real my reach,

seduced by my imaginings i touch
the air and i am reassured i am
by your not being there.


From the book “The Pearls from The Poundshop”

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