Of My Drowsy

Casting out plumed serpents of my mind and the demons of the soured wine, as the dawn awakens a new shine,   of the drought I slept.   As a gauzy silhouette kisses me deep, garnishing my lips in nightmare sleep, seducing me in my ambiguity of yesterday's pines and acorns. Forsaking me of my quinine, with her ripen breasts of the drought I slept, in chambers of my drowsy.