Dream Catch Me

Dream Catch Me


You would dream catch me
free-falling into ambrosia
until the very
smell of this ointment
would only stench.

And I, a hyperbole
for your pages,
would tear and wrinkle,
bundled into crumbs
and thrown aside.

No longer burning,
as the ocean,
for your fervent smile.

Copyright (C) Brianna Rose Burton 2011

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