Yam Dream


desert tongues

short fingers

together the flames

children’s soft kissable heads

or sperm in the dark with tiny lightbulbs

seeds and seeds and masses of them flawless

fault lines undulation


ourselves unzipped to spirit level

taken in the night

moved from ghost to ghost

at cellular level


3 thoughts on “Yam Dream

  1. I think I had a cell level experience reading this poem. Maybe that is one of the things poetry does! Thanks!

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