Medusa’s Dream

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

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