Dream Mixer

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My fingers, grasping their frosty lip of love

the night-living couple in my mind’s image

is as slick as a common corporate executive

Slipping away now, into morning’s soft light

she is quick rising; I reach out one-handed

as we’re torn between the fluttering solidity

of REM sex and the lopsided linen of dawn

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