Dreams’ Dominion (with poetry)

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** Dreams’ Dominion **

At night, they meet
In the stinking swamps,
Always the same.
The damp still clinging to his brow
As the sun rips through the dark.

Set me free, color my thoughts.
A feverish drive, restless and thirsty—
His brush dances across the canvas wall.
His faithful fantasy creates a jewel,
To slide onto his finger.
His brush kisses her legs,
And then, from the canvas, she comes alive—
His antidote.


With love, © Aífe