I Wake into a Dream

I’ve stopped being human,

but not in the way you said you forget.

no, i remember my imperfection.

it’s that i’ve ceased to be tied to the corporeal obligations of life.

the hunger comes at me through the veil of another sphere.

i lie awake at night, hours and hours thinking

of the warmth of your hand on my thigh

seeping meticulously into my bones.

i wake up with the linger of your smell under my left ear.

the body i wear moves in slow motion,

unable to do anything except smile itself to death.

My unmarked eye looks for your footsteps in the sand.

this cliff is haunted by us;

it is the place we became unselfed,

where the sun, our cinder companion,

blew her rays into our hearts,

showed us the ingredients of our fusion,

and, satisfied, left us to our own demands,

where i held your shame and you held mine

like two rivers meeting by some strange design

and at last i’d found the world’s sublime

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But there is the ruin that must come with all beautiful things.

Your crown of gold, my discovered freedom

Were but a trickery of the mind —

I was right when I called you a ghost;

You went as quickly as you came

Wrecking everything with your charm

With your carelessness and forsaking fashion

And left me, a girl just a little more broken

By the wanton ways of the world.