Temptress Vision
A temptress vision has encircled me like a
willful shadow of a slumbering dream.
Is it the powerful light of purpose?
If I squint with all my strength I may see it.
Always must it be inside of me
like a pilot fish inseparable from its host.
It fearlessly drinks my essence.
Such a bitter taste I muse
Touch yourself and you sense me
Visions wild with love
This limitation must end in lucid flesh
Let it enter me
like a shaft of light that enters
a cave's deepest measure
If there is anything left to dream
let it be our union.
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