Good Dreams tend to Smother

Master the monster underneath your skin. A sparkle of examination always begs for sin. Fire from your brain. Wrinkles in the need to gain. Make love on a concrete floor. Hide behind a painted door. White is the color of your journey: Innocent and without injury. Marry the monster within your dreams. Disguises are presents among your scenes. Locked-up in curious selection. Choices based on a sold affection.

Copyright 1999, Chris Florez age 26