Ricochet of dreams

a ricochet of dreams?
bends its tendriled lashes over quilted breasts?
that struggle against the confines of a medieval madness?

its nipples?
like stubby fingers?
poke into an ancient darkness?
lacquered to the transparency of a milky eye?

twist oak branches into a geometry of spider webs?
&; let the skittish sun construct tawny fingers?
to envelope the dream in a final embrace?

let the beast with the stroboscope eyes be the guardian of the
night?

let it swing from pragmatic arches?
&; entice the hysteric from his frozen cell

let them twist mouths?
warped from the agony of desire?
into a litany of evening shadows?
or into a solemn high mass?
celebrating the thrill of pain?
&; always the pedal tone of fear