Dare I dream? Does the Body Allow it?

We, of brain and ash
Laid resting on golden fields
A heartbeat in heat

Mobs, wiry tangles
Three shots. Madness. A taint cries.
Disappeared, my love

Years must pass slowly
The pert mound looks downward, sinks
Old lady’s walnut

Do my eyes dare open?
Shut. Linked in ill fantasy play.
Finger to my taint.

I am young again.
Faceless Adonis nearby
all false flesh in mind.