Dreaming South

reflecting new-born lust wanderer the lover

sucks the new illusion another mile of country road

dancing his sight with cornfields and soft destroyed broken light 

the sky will burn and Friday night is far away for blond girls

and easy rides and summer rain drive- in kisses

diaphanous mythical women with marble torsos

and suns and golden red blue rivers of lilies and goat’s rings

or am i dreaming in south of Texas or south of Greece

mixing the holy wines and climb the steps like erotic vines

my essence lighter it becomes with joy

or is it a mid-summer”s dream a mere narcotic ploy

2 thoughts on “Dreaming South

  1. Poetry in all its magic. Words that balm the spirit Nick Lisgaris.

    Edwin M. Cordevilla

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