Whatever has a head dreams

by Sankage Steno

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Nights dreadful to the core
bloom of fecund imaginings
like a jungle teeming
with sounds carnal
and guttural; a stomach
churns milk and cream
swirling within, agitated
by choate cunning fueled
by the heart. A head
turns side to side
while another freezes slowly
like permafrost preserving
what’s trapped inside: wishes
desires unrequited, Pandora’s
gift, coalescing into
wakeful slumber. Twitches
the sort that pleases
come to play with friction;
heat defies black frost
and summons a dream
liquid even after churning.

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