In The City Of Dreams

my demons
sink into the abyss
of memory
and drown
in the hollow
between her breasts,
she touches my arm
and presses back
we are Siamese fetuses
floating untethered
in the sea of night,
I can smell the sweet soap
and taste the sweat
beading on her
shoulder blades,
I brush my fingers
across her thigh
and cling to sleep.

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Louis Faber’s work has previously appeared in Constellations,  Alchemy Spoon (U.K.), Arena Magazine (Australia), Dreich, Atlanta Review, The Poet (U.K.), Glimpse, Defenestration, New Feathers Anthology, Tomorrow and Tomorrow, North of Oxford, Rattle, Pearl, Midstream, European Judaism, The South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among many others, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He lives with his wife and cat (who claims to be his editor) in Port Saint Lucie, Florida.
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