And I think of him
As I think of a dream:
I recall him,
Vaguely -
The details are beyond me,
As are the complexities
Of my mind;
Of attraction,
Of my belief in a god -
What is he?
I could hold him,
Kiss him,
Love him -
I could leave him
Without a word.
I could taste
His smile, his laugh,
And I could
Become
The very thing
He seeks;
The flame,
The desire -
The fortune;
Money is what he wants.
Perhaps I have it,
But I know not
What he is,
What he has,
What he will give me
If I am the one,
And how much of that
He will hold back.
If I am not the one,
I will not
Be married for money,
So I think about whether
To tell him
About the fortune
That awaits.
I think too much,
But not of the fortune
That awaits;
I think of him
As I think of a dream -
Perhaps I see
What I want to see.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
