Pregnant And Smelly Urine

THE FIELD OF DREAMS - by marcelmaina

Fear and hope

wandering stuck in your pain

running through the night without shelter. Hunde

your shoulder

to the ground,

barely seed

waiting,

as children expect

sung the arms of sleep.

Dream,

bites,

rises,

fears

if it is dreaming, dreaming

as you can.

Pena

your flesh and my eyes,

two sparks apologizing

where night falls no longer

day breaks and celebrations.

Tremble,

boasts,

begs, shakes

light

early stage,

end that never comes,

penalty

.

And I am in you,

in the game never lost

with the first and last breath.

'm in you,

in the footprint of your chest,

in saliva that soul through me.

I hope

night calm

slippage

as a blind man without a foothold,

no other eyes than those lost.

I lean,

dream

hurt everything,

dream.

My veins are grooves that violate life.

Sleep

time takes me away,

dream.

On the edge of life,

with my grief without a net,

I just sleep.