Weighted blanket under a dream that is you
Red rose of you
Swift like a pounding sea,
Oh I’m swimming inside you,
And it’s a dream
Like a weighted blanket
What can that dream tell us
What does it look like
What did it feel like
When the curling edges swam up to our faces
And we gasped for breath?
Our bodies pounding against the other,
Manic and frantic
Like the sea, like sea sun moon things unlike our forms we walk on two feet with
It’s squashed and swelling and squelching
And salty and sweet and loud and silent
And yea,
Too good for this world
Because it’s ours
And you know it’s not what you expected
But it’s even better,
It’s stronger
It’s weighted under a frantic schedule of
Tears, pain
fervent grabbing,
The red rose of you,
Under the veneer of nightmares that
Screen door replaced thick, heavy, deep
Wood.
The strings are too heavy
Too long attached,
The weight of you
In that dream,
So long
So far
Is still stuck in my memory.
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This is stunning, and so passionate 💙