Nightmares's Booty.

Missing all appointments,
returning, unshaven ,
to a life-proof house,
old, insulted love-poems
in tarnished tatters
clinging to my chest,
leaves in my hair .
Anon, again , a lucent halo,
an erotic silhouette
a flash from yestereves
soft lays a whisper
and ever so coy
sows another dream....