We have worse dreams, sometimes, Filling up our minds eyes with gruesome Loneliness. Dread pervades the air And seems to suffocate us. Other times we dream of life and Love and Lust, And our skins and the space around Our skins tingle with tense electricity. If only we felt these feelings in real life! We cry, not knowing that the next day (Yes! The very next day!) one dirty hand Would be taken to be brushed off, And neglected to be let go.
