Supernatural Longings

Dreampoem
James T. Hellcat

It has been found again! What? Eternity.

It is the sea mingled with the sun.

                               -Arthur Rimbaud

sunlight baptizes the countryside,

devours our carnal suffering,

& i dream of breasts,

water-lilies,

my delicate childhood.

this is my confession:

i am not your muse,

your gypsy nymph;

i am this season's child,

hell's embryo,

a wicked phantom of a sleepless dream.

& you are a dream tyrant,

a frenzied alchemist,

a martyr to love's wolfish heart.

the autumn sky rubies your skin,

antiques the trees.

i am lost & lake-drunk,

a slave to this roadside phantasmagoria.

i can't shake these supernatural longings.

for a moment,

i thought

we'd found

eternity.

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