Delusions of red velvet cake and Cuban cigars circulate in her spellbound soul,
A vision of Aphrodite whispering to the Hades of another faith.
Fallacies of an Elysian universe sprout from her cranberry lips,
A memory of a forgotten lover, drowning doubts with a douse of ideology.
Illusions of chimeric wishes, bourn off upon the quivering ripples of a teardrop river,
A mystifying kiss of confusion, blurring the lines between reality and optimism.
She dreams in color, for those who care to see,
What ancient secrets feed on her misery.
A repetition of antiquity, in all its blood and glory,
Wrought with nightmares, bold and blue, of disregarded allegory.
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In My Mind's Eye
PoetryIf life is but a dream, I will never achieve lucidity. #6 in Poetry (2/14/2022) Runner-Up in the Metaphorically Spoken category of the Summer Sun Awards, 2016 Cover by Seth Yurchisin (IG: @sjyurchisin Note that none of th...
