Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

A Dream I Once Had

it must have been the moonlight
making ordinary stones sparkle
and the night to lie

for wearing me on your skin
you lit a bright table lamp
in a strange city

your language of many tongues
or the hissing of tunes
yet so believable

how could I know you were
fattening me for slaughter
in sublime sacrifice

in lapsed time
calibrating hours at dawn
you were the dream I once had



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Prompt: April 5--dream(s)