Cling – Bombay, April 2002

Still asleep, I am moving over your silken thoughts

With the hands of a dream and

The fingers of instinct.

 

I do this

So you may understand the nature of my replies

As, we and not just, you

Or only, me.

 

I feed on it,

A parasite for our possibility.

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