I am a dreamer
of dreams,
said Sadie,
a sleeper in beds


not always my own;

my body hugs
the nearest flesh,
kisses on


someone's shoulder,

embraced in
another's arms.
My childhood sweetheart


went away,

left me
in dark shadows,
indulging in


my secret whims,

fingering my hive,
my honey pot,
as he once


called it,

embracing my body
when no one would,
kissing my own shoulder


with my chilling lips,

pretending his arms
were about me,


of my own.

I see death
in each shadow,
angels in each


smiling face;

his finger down my spine
like a viper's lick,
I am the spidery widow,


the sucker of men,

the holder of testicles;
I lick their juices
in my dreams.


My hero comes

only in dreams,
his armour shines
and gleams,


his sword is mightier
than my fragile pen,
his shield surrounds me,
his lance pierces


my cunt,
moves me to tears,
my breath away,


wait for life,
he will say.
My lover swooned
in my arms,


sucked me
to pleasure,
his honeyed words,


breathed his
I love you
in silvery tones,
to make me whine,


and make
sweet moans.
He showed me
handfuls of butterflies,


told me truths
and told me lies,
made me laugh
and cry,


licked me
like a melon,
between my thighs,


kissed my virginity,
said hello
to my sad goodbyes.
I lost a baby


in my sack
of a womb,
it dropped from me
like sweet sad meat,


my eyes scanned it
as it went its way,
the last good bye
carried on


my cry,
in my heart,


in my skull
and dreams.
An uncle fucked
me from behind,


he left his mark
like a devil's kiss,
I see his face
in a thousand mirrors,


his voice
in a cacophony
of sounds,
his smell in the odour


of long dark nights.
An aunt lied
through her teeth,
she knew


I was right,
he was there
that night,
doing his deed,


she turned a blind eye,
and with lashing tongue
brought upon my head,
lying bitch,


she said.
I am a haver
of nightmares,
a sleeper


of shallow sleep,
my arms are punctured
by the needle's kiss,
the junk sails


me away,
the men in my life
are sailors of woe,
they drift in my seas,


on board my ship of doom
wherever she goes,
my body's tall sails;
nothing makes me laugh


or cry except
my baby's touch
in death
which never fails


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