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The Final Reveal — Curtains Up

When worlds collide

Photo by Ivan Belokon on Unsplash

The final darkened shroud parted in the foredawn — in my dreams,
her vision, their meditation — same dimension.
I saw them over there, glowing luminescent in the shadowed moonlight.
Me, half hidden watching the scene like a movie.
You — standing tall, proud and dark and strong —
beard peppered grey and long.
Me, she, it, them —
at your feet in supplication.
Dressed in pure white,
resting my dreadlocked head against his powerful thighs —
naked, you were.
Alert —
to the slightest movement from her kiss-bruised lips.
I stared in envy,
watching my longing desires being fulfilled in the wispy ethers.
Time was frozen for them, for me —
the green-eyed she watched,
moist from behind the curtain,
where there was no physicality, no touch, no smell —
just the vision of what could be.

I. Trudie Palmer
One Love

Author’s note:-
Where does a dream end and reality begins? Or is it one and the same, flowing into each other?



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