the web

Submitted by la miller on 13 November, 2007 - 23:43

My waking mind captures fleeting insects of images escaped from my dreams in a loose web. Wrapped in gauzes of experience and wishful thinking, I pick through what remains of night time escapades: black cats, hawk and eagles, a trangression of boundaries, kisses, sex, the stares of others, my sister, an old lover, a new friend, an unknown seducer, a young child, rain, co-workers, an elevator, and on and on. What to do with it all?