Breathe the night.
Sigh,
While you dream of alibis.
Being,
Feeling with different senses.
The colours of the dark
Existence.
Tumbling, head over feels.
Meeting no resistance.
Only notions
And nightbreaths. In your longing
For emotional distance.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
Like this one Frank, especially your play on words in this line > Tumbling, head over feels.
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Thank you Eden. I like that line too ;). Like the sense of the dream world it gives.
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