Morning in phantasy

Morning rising, without touching,

Well and truly, every morning you rise in my head…

Now thought of you, like source of light,
Take delight in you, biting your hand in that car

Into enchantment drawn,

One slips further into imagination

Pretending you bit my neck, fresh, in that car

You illuminate every morning

Spent, awake, waking dream

Life in my head, following you, rise with you this morning again

Following your hands course, a normal motorist, just driving past, traffic –  bit in phantasm

Poetic frenzy, a voice in my head, bathed in every morn’:

How it came about, just driving past, domme morrigan, that you fucked me then

And replaced the sun:

How do you fuck me, sunlight?