I dream of a man
a fatalistic turn
a destiny’s desire
My eyes wide shut
He exists
but his soul
is a figment
of my imagination
my yearning
my longing
my loneliness
So many images
no realities
I dream in the dark
fantasize out of focus
To be the healer
and the healed
I long to be held
by that which I behold
deep down in the damp
daydreams of my
hot heart’s blood

December 17, 2001
Tressa Lee Breen

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