A Dream of Him
by Emily Marie
I had a dream about the man with lightning Nikes
Desperately waiting to see him again
And there he was, just over the sphere of the horizon
It was strange and chaotic
He was shorter, though he knew me,
and said “hi” with his eyes.
I was the same
But he was different, grungy
And the scent that wafted through the air
emanating from him
was septic and sweaty
The once overpowering sweetness that lured
me close to him,
was just a dream.
And the dream was real.
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Emily Marie lives a spontaneous, on-the-move lifestyle, though she finds peace in routine. She writes poetry sporadically when a moment in time has somehow fixed itself to her inner musings. Delving into the moment, she identifies the minutiae, desiring to describe them accurately, artfully, and to convey the potent mood of the scene at hand. Instead of a journal, she forms experiences and emotions into short, expressive poems. Subjects of interest: landscapes, oddities and acquaintances.