Never Do I Dream
March 21, 2008 by the flying tomato
(This is what happens during one of those long sleepless nights with a Magnetic Poetry set… have no idea where this poem came from…)
never do I dream when
the black day rains
and mad tongues read
robed visions of man
and his shadowed fiddle
milking frantic music
from the delicate bare
breasts of the goddess
of love’s needs and with
her raw red cry licking
sleep’s feet
