His Mirages

Sit in the dark quiet,
cool breeze drifting
trees dance shadows
on the window sill;
so strong,
so supple
beneath the bark where
even the strongest
among them bleeds.

he entered my dream,
sauntered slowly
to the white wall,
and i stepped
sleepy eyed
while he cried,
no expression
they flowed effortlessly
like raindrops
on his crystal cheeks.

i have felt him
like pits in my stomach
like the time we
snuck midnight stop
outside of a coffee shop
in my heels and fishnets
prancing teasingly that
I would ask the
garbage men to move,
rode musical trains
behind chiropractic offices
where my back
broke less than my heart.

that one stung
somewhat like honey bees,
like the bittersweet
embers of time,
i smell his earth
in the pit of my arm,
where I am buried
in his brilliant charm;
wanna dance in his midnight
tell him my dreams,
see him smile again
like he believes in me.

I'm a solitary soldier,
seeking refuge from the chaos,
if I can buy the future
what would be the cost;
if i could just see eyes
that paused to see me,
eyes that speak of love,
not unnecessary need;
i have kicked a pebble
over miles of wounded sand,
my skin has left the footprints
of a silent avalanche.

take me out to sea,
where the hurt
can't touch me,
where the tentacles
hold meaning,
where the waves,
scream with time
while i float a board
circled with sharks,
sipping wine
from an old can
that once held beans.

still he stands there
alone in the rose garden
waiting to touch my hair,
i wonder at the sight
how such perfection
could grow amongst the wild
reality becomes apparent,
the picket fence
no longer faded
and her smiling face
haunts me in the distant
reminding me magic remains
just for an instant.

ghosts fade quickly
and normality sets in,

until I dream again...

~vennie~

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