thy gaze is not for Adam though, the summer's breeze creates
a dream, featuring a lover’s head atop Adam’s body
I cling onto thy lover in awareness that time, oddly
ceases to exist as sunrise crystallizes the amber glow in space.
And here you are with me, but this is a dream that emanates
a fantasy yet to turn reality, merely thoughts trapped in Cali,
yearning to graze thy skin as the summer's breeze pushes poppies
along the frame of this dream, another surreal image resonates.
just as you are not Adam, I am not Eve, and we may call it even
when I see you outside of this figmented garden, away from views
so golden. In a space holding peace without deceiving
snakes that come in twos to drown thy feelings in a lagoon as
heathens venture to shatter thy dreamland. As I wake my memory
distorts, demons corrode me but I think I could afford to l—…
About the Creator
Raya
A poet and author born and raised in NYC, experimenting with expression of who I am and what lessons I’ve learned that should be shared with the world.
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