I dreamt of your limbs
Waves crash on that mannequin
Submerged in the wholeness of you.
Greenery in your eyes
Your breasts are flesh made from the Divine.
Pour the milk that was denied
Your thighs are a resting place for a broken self.
I can hear your voice through your bones.
That Duende
That sadness without a form
A reverberation of a song
Of loves’ final kiss…
Dopamine denied.
I dreamt of you taking my head for a joy ride.
I don’t want to dream anymore.
Fling me into the ocean so I can drown among abandoned things.
(c) A.R. Minhas 2020
