by on August 24, 2020 :: 0 comments

I dream of golden and silver phoenixes
They fly above various eyes at a wake

They fly above my eyes before I wake
A pink-cheeked baby rides a Weimaraner

The Weimaraner turns pink as the baby
as I watch you disrobe in the black tower

No one sees you disrobe in the black tower
A riderless stallion arrives legs in air

A thorn-crowned stallion with a rider arrives
Both horses and the rider gape at your breasts

Your breasts gape back the horses and rider leave
You stand on the window ledge naked with birds

The birds on the window ledge stand nude as you
I love golden silver phoenixes in dreams

– David Spicer

editors note:

Now we lay us down to sleep us down to lay we now to dream. – mh clay

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