Obi m (a poem)
Yes, I fell in love, and dreamed that I’d end up with her, while
Every breath of hers grazed my ears – imaginary, fictitious, false – but it was
All entirely real to me. I let her talk my ears off, and then she slept.
Resting like the angel I was beginning to imagine she was. Because how could love grow so
Neverending and unrelenting. Why am I consumed by imagination, and thirst, and hunger
Infinitely tearing into every fibre of my being? Why does she waltz through my dreams,
Naked, like a goddess, adorned by stars, and on her waist lies a band of beads, each pebble
Glinting – like every dream I’ve ever had with her in it… I let her rest on