hot dreams
by Jordan A Rothacker

aching for the shore
on night’s far side
she swims out of reach

without warning I’m alone
cast on linen dunes
I touch her wet nightgown

her screams are mumbles
across waves to me
waxing jealous of her afloat

what dreams without me
she obtains alone
splashing with Morpheus and Erebus

possessed and possessing in
the dry waking life
hot dreams ferry no dominion

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