Sending curled tendrils
of doubt in long lashes
through each crevice
and crack of my façade,
fear’s niggling whispers
lurk along night’s edges.
In dream’s no defense
against what in the day
may willfully be deflected
in myriad distractions;
in dream there’s nothing
to suppress rampant desire’s
appetites from feeding
like wolves in winter
upon the naïve and weak
constructs in which I hide.
(July 27, 2015)
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