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I dreamed of

Crane fly phosphenes

In early morning

Lucid awakening, room darkened and still

A bright flash of light

Along its long legs and abdomen

Brought to mind a sparking of the spirit

I remember another dream of a month ago

The struggle between want and don’t played out

Your fists clenched against a bouquet bursting with color and scent and aphrodisiac

Yet you demand…demand! to be held close

An explosion of sound and heat

Pouring release into the air with no visible trace