#1035041 added July 11, 2022 at 3:58pm Restrictions: None
Loving A Beautiful Dreamer
The beautiful mind isn’t constant,
it’s motor fires, sparked unpredictably. They predictably test good engines,
pour sugar down unguarded tanks,
that digested eventually works through.
When the blue gases fade, timing tuned,
wheels tight, we roll, shift smooth, whip
lane to lane through a slow moving heard,
sleek streak a countryside growing wide
as suns burn down on horizon after horizon,
as if world spun by our axis, axle a tight treadmill.
We burn our fuel. We park
wherever we depend. You pick us up,
take us home, tuck us in bed
with our dreams floating above your head
like little clouds, vapors so thin
you don’t see, but inhale —
glow from bright faces sensually inform cheeks,
blush-red. Go ahead.
I know you want to. Lay beside.
We’ll dream the future,
from past and present,
together.
One of us may weep tonight.
7.11.22
Idea behind metaphor may have gotten away from me a little…about relationship between neurotypicals and atypicals.
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