Wakeful Nightmare

Your hands are sliding down my shivering back
like warm velvety quicksilver
and your slightly open dreamy mouth
is about to reveal a tearing secret

when the blinding blades of Reality
suddenly cut the fine thread.

So now
while your jagged fangs
are wolfing my Soul
your knotty fingers penetrate it
slowly but unrelentingly
like unvanquished roots.

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