The Dream Wavers

Sew the string Under the sea Dreams intertwine: Cherry-lipped kisses Buttoned ladies Dandelion–parachutes swirling in the waves The apple-eye woman fixed his gaze inch by inch – Flesh to flesh Tangled hues of fantastic clouds A nacreous drop of fantasy dabbed on my face Reality slipping on my tongue Hedonist Clogged pair of twin–fairies I wore the pearls of scars on my body I saw apple-lady twirling in greenish ink I noticed the liberal fumes of dying love – Observant Cordella yearn for dark-love To lick the algae and mosses of the rock Rock of lust and despair