Plush Dreams

Sweet spot
A dream that I had once
Everything was filled with purpura plush
And I was settled in great deep purple
Shot through a night
In the bellybutton
That night was so young
As you can imagine it
We’re not screwing in the color
Even less making fun of her
He did stand there
Contemplating it
Quickly sharp pieces that are sluiced
in the back
we were releasing tuneful flutters
and our voices get covered up
by small moans
very indistinct
night with damned dreams
skin that feels slight
corps who own no weight
air sound
who rush through the sky
into stars and the moon
shy bright so slow
a deeper purple more deep than any purple
and babe, honorably, waiting
for this hot long summer
to be over
and there’s a tree
that resembles everything
inside this two packs of walls
so small and tight
we almost feel them
and both of us
exude in delirium
and the core of triumph is only
when we cannot reach it
-let’s paint ourselves
Violet
Or blue
And exquisite
There’s a house burning orchid
Burning pink and purple
There’s a god with a thousand years of magnitude
And the grass is quite all right
The pearl valence flies through the air
In perfect unity
And the flames play organ
And he’s talking
I’m around
Playing listening
And when we finally burn
Its shadow picture like
I don’t know, he said,
I may be reported as insane,
But this is the hottest of all colors
We’re filled with space
And we felt hotter as the blazes grow up
And a hundred years ago
you would get this feeling
by chewing warm raw meat
lips moving in a frenzy
spiting waiting
for hands to be placed in order
under each others
the body breathes
with satisfaction
my shoulders are weightless
and a thousand years
couldn’t put in them
the burden
I almost hear it happen
The mosquitos humming
Sucking and draining blood
I’ve fastened this
very easily
but without permition
long slim fingers
that we feel perfectly
through capillaries problems
I have a thing for deep voices
and crazy eyes
and spaced beard
and for a man who smokes
and wears rings
and dreams
and lives
and knows how to talk
and loves purpura



maybe it’s time for me
to
wake up.