10 AM Poetry

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Published on January 19, 2021 6:00:38 PM ● Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrprHH37bBQ

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I found myself, in a dream, caught up fighting a young man.
He had tried to attack a young woman giving a political speech.
He was so full of hate and rage,
full of teeth and fury and wroth.
I'd tried to get him to leave,
tried to pry him from his course,
but every push or blow or dissuading word
would only make him try harder, fight harder.

After a struggle, we'd both been bloodied,
but I had him pinned down on the asphalt beneath us.
I straddled his hips with my thighs, moving one of my hands to his throat -
my thumb tracing along his trachea and beginning to squeeze,
my other palm pressed against his moving mouth - muffling him -
still feeling the touch of his teeth, lips, and tongue underneath
In an instant, something changed.

The struggling stopped abruptly -
and then it was someone else that was on the ground underneath me.
A friend, a love, a lover, a paramour from the past.
Looking up at me were her eyes,
soft and sharp and beautiful hazel-green,
My hands were at her throat, her lips.
My gestures of cold sadism now felt more like a caress,
My thighs straddled her hips,
in a way distinctly familiar and flusteringly intimate.

I tore my hands away from her, as I reeled back in shock,
with enough intensity to jolt me awake
- my heart racing, scarcely believing.

In that last heartbeat of the dream, I took her in,
The shock of the moment like the flash of a photograph:
She was wearing a soft, barely mint green dress,
her face adorned with amethyst purple lipstick & eyeliner.
She looked almost ethereal, almost fae.
Like an empress, but bejeweled in presence and magnitude - not in mere gems.
Her presence was almost like that of a ghost,
save for the pull for breath in her throat -
the sharp life in her eyes as they dilated -
the steady warmth of life still radiating through her pale skin.

It was only an instant that I saw her,
but the impression of that instant sat with me.

I told her, the real her, about the dream,
all the while wandering at the twisted lines between
the struggles of violence, and the throes of intimacy
both realms of carnality, both merely a moment apart

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