year of the serpent

a serpents tongue soothes

sinister smiles are oozing

at the cracks in the dreams

falling apart at the seams

it's always a dream.

what do you dream of?

is it my essence you see?

backs turned, faced away.

never can they stay.

sad lines are noticeably etched

faint smiles

to place the pain inside an abyss of

shandy

brandy

brews

maybe a smoke or two.

ok, a few.

do you dream?

i do.

i reach for the stars

thinking their you.

real enough to touch

taste

a faint tickle under my nose

a wrinkle between the brow

knowing it's all... just.

it's a dream, you see.

even the bruises feel real

pressing hard to make it real

caressing softly, slowly

it once was real

his face disheveled

alone and disconnected

hollow and disconcerted

and still, it feels real.

what are you afraid of

waves flow through

the center of the eye

rippling towards and

absorbing

the cotton covered in flowers

i am, too.