Keep Your Dreams

When the smell of rising temperatures

hangs in the air,

but not hanging,

drifting.

Images flash

free-associated. 

What does it mean when you reveal your body 

anyway? Because

the flowers plume

and it reminds you

of black-eyed angels, dew, and

loss.

Eroded sense of self

Why the shame?

The best part is always

getting to know you,

getting to know you,   

right.

Memory like crystallized amber

that even if you could 

rearticulate it in dead horses

mystic, gently 

melancholy. That is 

how you would have it.

The smell of rising temperatures

deflowered, lonesome, and 

effacing in guises of apportionment,

the reason for 

the free-association.

Author's Note

Criticism is always welcome.