THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

The Woman of My Dreams

Eyes like dark spotted diamonds,
Lips like a painter’s art
Hairs, united in little knots,
Her voice was the checkmate.

She’s pleasant on the outside
but smeared on the inside:
A childhood of trauma,
A life time of depression.

Yet, she seemed to be:
the evening to my day,
the doorway to my home,
the potter to my clay,
the Yin to my Yang…

I hope this time
would be the time
I don’t get to chase shadows
But hold closely
underneath my restful breath,
the woman of my dreams.

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