Dreaming in Texture
Empty manifestations with minds of their own.
But will first blush, allow for separation of church and body?
In the bronze light of smoke-filled ambivalent days,
I have never liked blue.
Considering it always looked pungent on you.
Why is it…only in the light of night,
wanted more for less?
past or present,
dreams are in texture
color in screams.
Nighttime in fallen leaf.