Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
The Dream Watcher
I watch her dream, peep at her dreams
As she crosses the bifrost bridge
Into the arms of her flare her flambeau-
The wind, her slave and master.
I watch them collide with scintillating lust-
Watch her hair fly as if waving me goodbye
Or calling me to join them
When he brushes his fingers through her scalp.
I watch her dream, peep at her dreams,
Pausing and rewinding every culminating moment,
As she nurtures her invisible lover
Like a river by its course or a bull its matador.
Gods play her the lyre in sostenuto-
Queue up to be blown one of her kisses,
Her lipstick imprinted on all their hearts,
Even death beseeches her for a little life.
With red voyeurism I vigil wind making love to her,
Listen as she chimes behind those closed eyes,
Absorb her ambrosia gasps at every exhale,
Her moment inside a star, I dare not wake her.
poem
by
Isunge Mwangase
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black