My Wanton Dreams

Juiced, propped and braced
A fistful of those desires
I managed to waste

Eyes lulled them on
Music they played then
Kept me awake

Those waking eyes
Saw a hush …
In you, a quiet seethe?

Confiding in me
Fancied you then
And now…

Writhed dreams
In you bare
Their conceit

You ring them
To life, you
Spring them to breathe

You, their squire
You, their deceit
All of you, my wanton dreams!