Wet Caress

by Neil Chatterton

Slowly,
Slumbered thoughts drift
Conjured images rise
Murky passageways
Rise up
As darkness smirks
Revealing its intentions
Gleefully.
I struggle
Groping
Feeling
Touching
Hoping
Yet,
Nothing for me
But dust and deceit.

Sickly smiles from
Melting faces
Urging me
Tasting their bitterness
In the polluted air
As I summon
Courage.

And Love.

Yes, the same Love
That blossomed immediately,
Once I had looked upon
You.

©Neil Chatterton 2013

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