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C. L. Liedekev Member Write Showcase Quote Prompt

Love Asleep

Written By CL Liedekev

The dream opens:
on a cat made of gold - its ears,
fur lining, its head - mixed with sun.
Its heart so heavy it no
longer can move its weight.
The mouse it chases is gray
and bleeding , tiny fingers holding
the letter from its lover back
in the house hole, tears of cyan
and cinder mark its escape.
The floor around them bubbles up,
soap into fire, the surface cracks
and light lets out, morning unburies itself. You are there,
shoulders and thighs
blurred to the point where the gold
and sadness have become weightless.

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