Dream House
Hindered by sober restlessness
Submitting to the amber crutch
The theme in my aching prose
Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan
That pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame
The rebirth of mutual love
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
I'm dying
Is it blissful?
It's like a dream
I want to dream
Writer/s: George Lesage Iv Clarke, Kerry Dylan Mccoy
