In The City Of Dreams
my demons
sink into the abyss
of memory
and drown
in the hollow
between her breasts,
she touches my arm
and presses back
we are Siamese fetuses
floating untethered
in the sea of night,
I can smell the sweet soap
and taste the sweat
beading on her
shoulder blades,
I brush my fingers
across her thigh
and cling to sleep.
Louis Faber is a poet and writer living in Florida with his wife (a fellow poet) and their cat (their editor). His work has appeared widely in the U.S., Canada, Europe and India and in Cantos, The Poet (U.K.), Alchemy Spoon, , Dreich (Scotland), Tomorrow and Tomorrow,), Defenestration, Atlanta Review, Glimpse, Rattle, Pearl, The South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among others, and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
