the same fantasy visits me
as I wrestle with the details
to make them right
and plausible;
Each night,
on my back or side I lay
which one is immaterial as the
intimate revelations
seem so poignant
and real;
I visit dark delights
and oriental pleasures fueling
my imagination of sexual
encounter;
Each night,
I create a torment soul within
me, falling asleep in
opium fields of sheer incarcerations
before anything actually
makes me sleep.
25Sep12
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