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Dreams
Your words
lullaby me
spill viscous
from petalled lipsyour hands
soothe me
with whispering
smoke fingertipsthe night sky
wraps us
in a warm blanket
while we sleep
dreams
hang, scented
like stars, in my hair
breathe deep
© Caroline Imperatori
| This poem is to be published in 'A Passion For Poetry' (United Press) |
Image: a detail from Gustav Klimt's 'The Kiss'
