Anatomy Of A Dream

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this ripe, fair skin
bathed in moon-milk
has been grappled by phosphoresce lassos;
incandescent fingers of twine
that lurch from an admissible deep.

twitch tiny waist -
your sweet vanilla savor is wafting
'round navy turnpikes,
through dimly lit tunnels
along star dusted shores.

this uncharted territory
of cardiovascular topography:

where any notion is a nomad.

winking towers of cityscapes are swallowed
by Danube's capacious belly
whose proliferous tree line is evergreen;
ever glowing - every color -
every place - every

time one breath expires
linen creases like folds on a map.
my cerebral reality realigns
with celestial bodies,
loosening Orion's belt.

I am a sequence; sequined cosmos.

(c) Novalyn Grace RR 2011