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to dream
we're not cut the same
but we hold on
to the same set of senses
and one another
enhanced in exhilaration
when we emphatically collide
and we collide
every night inside
our dreams . . .
immersed in all the possibilities
moving far beyond
the superficial
the fear
the begging of the day
to end
where we begin
I climb upon you
cortex constraint
unadultered
an offering stroking
our time
with tease
tempting
the lip
the lobe
the probe
we dress up . . .
our minds
as our bodies bleed
calling out
no surrender
til the light of day
but we hold on
to the same set of senses
and one another
enhanced in exhilaration
when we emphatically collide
and we collide
every night inside
our dreams . . .
immersed in all the possibilities
moving far beyond
the superficial
the fear
the begging of the day
to end
where we begin
I climb upon you
cortex constraint
unadultered
an offering stroking
our time
with tease
tempting
the lip
the lobe
the probe
we dress up . . .
our minds
as our bodies bleed
calling out
no surrender
til the light of day
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