Sleep, my god of north and south,
stop eluding me. Come hither
and seduce my senses:
make my eyes see the impossible,
pierce my ears with softly spoken words,
let me smell my eternal past,
have me touched by a thousand hands
and let me taste his mouth again.
You and I will go running in the desert,
the dry sand slipping beneath our feet,
we will be entangled in green tropics
and not have to hold our breath in the sea.
We will see brutal events, not to be repeated,
we will wallow in the love of a man we don’t know,
we will ride horses bareback through the city
and when alpha ends, omega will be ready.
Sleep, my god, don’t elude me.
Come hither. Seduce me.
Take me, north, south – but take me.
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