Maybe You Love Me

Perhaps, tucked away

In the billowing folds

Of black space

Between our Earth

And another, where beasts

Squawk and shake

The crystal dew from their feathery manes,

You love me.

Snake men fly

As the sun sinks

In the east,

And you and I

Walk hand in hand.

Beneath the moonless night,

When crickets purr

And starry-eyed owls slumber,

I learn the honeyed taste

Of your lips.

Maybe you love me

In some lumpy soup slurry

Where dream and reality mingle.



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