Dream, a poem by Imogen Melbourne
In fricticous pursuit My assailant chases me Over the small suburban garden where the tournament will be Scaling walls and roofs Rubber soles catching slate tiling Snippets of breath falling in and out of either ear Turns make me seem more beguiling My pursuer waits for my cue Over bannister, Across ceiling Through window and door, No more time for darjeeling Bob Marley helped me create My most fantastic diversion Opening hidden by bedding Happy symptom of perversion Laces knotted and route planned Waiting for my count I hike my way up And prepare to mount Pulling closer, but, I’m sorry sexuality does not determine the grounds for this capture Rocks back, Uncertain or unsure? I have no intention to sleep with you after But this is my life There’s no escape from this tripe You will follow me forever And yet won’t be my wife.
Artwork courtesy of Amber Conway, view Amber’s Instagram here.
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