September 13, 2003

          snarl

I slip easily into dreams

scarcely knowing it.

I dream the life

I live--normal dreams

accepting what comes

defenses down unguarded,

doors wide open

or at lest unlocked

receptive as shit.

so

without a fight

you slip in

all puffed with expectation

and that quick, it's the same,

it's just the same way

it was-in my mind

you slouch against me

shake your hair in my face

and snarl.

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