by Peter Baltensperger
In one of our dreams
we grasp the night
on a beach
our limbs entwined
listening to distant voices
shifting sand
our world
a pair of pliant breasts
a trembling sword
an expectant sheath
wolves howling
somewhere beyond the dunes
we fuck
the stars from the sky
scream our metaphors
into the dark
waiting for the moon
and afterwards
our souls limp
in the restless sand
clutching at the only thing
we know
Peter Baltensperger is a Canadian writer of Swiss origin and the author of innumerable pieces of writing. Several hundred of them have been published in print and on-line all over the world over the past several decades.
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