A Dream of Him

by Emily Marie

I had a dream about the man with lightning Nikes

Desperately waiting to see him again

Desperately waited.

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.