the boy screams
in his sleep
to soft melodies
of infancy
floating
static
in their ascent
to the dewdrop sky
bewildered
and
wild
they play at the breeze
like fingers reaching
for lips,
pink and pleading
the boy screams softly
into the night
where dreams
are too sullen to be
awakened
shift beneath the sheets-
cool and damp
with the sweat of sweet
nightmares pleading
how the air touches the skin
moist with memory
dampening the wandering mind
so too loses the night
creeping in bold spirals
up and out
into streets built within
cities bounding restless
in twilight moaning
teaming,
closed in,
surrounded-
he holds his breath
and waits for a release
that never comes
until it is above,
beyond the
shameful, sinful
streets
a breath that never comes
a dream that never aspires
dawn comes teaming
at the tip of drawn lips
where sin is devoured whole
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