No, this is not about Jim. Of course, you'll know that by the tone. Just like the last couple pieces I've written, the seed of this poem was a dream. I woke from it mentally composing the first several lines of this poem.
After the long dry spell I've had as a writer, I have now written three poems in a month! Also, I don't think I've ever written so many rhyming poems at one time. Maybe just getting back in the swing of things?
Man Of My Dreams
Might of a lion
speed of gazelle
What you desire from me
I cannot tell
Muscular arms
carry me away
as I'm penetrated throughout
by the gentlest gaze
I scent a mate
or perhaps I'm beguiled
by the musk of conquest
that returns to the wild
Might must be free
speed never tamed
and our word wary tongues
leave all unexplained
Animal instincts
see predator and prey
You never say "I love you"
I'm running away
- Peter Cholewinski
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