Somewhere in the lake
of deep sleep
is an island, dark and mysterious,
entangled mangroves here, resist movements
where I snake in like a thief
excitedly breaking in to own house,
pretending to be an alien
and find
a body double living there
acting out one's secret-
fantasies and voluptuous desires.
I won't dare to speak aloud here,
where, the overpowering smell of
too ripe fruits of indecent passions waft.
The dark chamber,
the smoke filled ***** den of my mind,
is to take secret refuge and be one
with a dream that flies me
to the border lands of psyche.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
Somewhere in the lake
of deep sleep
is an island, dark and mysterious,
entangled mangroves here, resist movements
where I snake in like a thief
excitedly breaking in to own house,
pretending to be an alien
and find
a body double living there
acting out one's secret-
fantasies and voluptuous desires.
I won't dare to speak aloud here,
where, the overpowering smell of
too ripe fruits of indecent passions waft.
The dark chamber,
the smoke filled ***** den of my mind,
is to take secret refuge and be one
with a dream that flies me
to the border lands of psyche.
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