Slasher Dream

Last night
I dreamt I was in love with you.


Now, I would never say
"This is just a dream".

Unfortunately
I know better.

What holds me together
Is a great tarred fabric
And it ripped

The dream sliced through it

What must I admit to?
Time and again this love comes to me
Seven spices to my tongue
Camphor and opium to my senses
A beautiful child
Wants to merge with me
Wants to stay in my arms
Promises nothing but beauty
And indeed, love itself is not
To be feared
To be denied
Love is awesome and strong by itself
If we let it be…


… Could we just feed it once in a while?
I would be content if I could just
Put you to the side
You wouldn’t speak
Or move.
I would make you innocuous.
The love that comes attached to you
Is too dangerous
I’d prefer a photograph
A trinket, a bauble
And certainly not a dream
A taunt, a traitor to my own self
That uses my emotions against me
In my own inviolate mind.
I feel like Claudius
Pierced to light by a stratagem
Bearing the stamp of truth.


Fine, then.
I sit down and yield.
My throat is yours to tear
What shall be done?
Speak, immanent photograph
Instruct me, tyrant child.
I shall be yours then
Forever more
And then some