Into True Dreams

© 2004 Rajat Mahapatra
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Don't ask me who I think of at midnight--
you prove through mercy that clemency is cruelty.
Just pretend, I am with you -- nobody watches us in the dusk.

False moments of spicy kisses precede
unheard quibbles of our induced fancy;
our eyes burn with uncertain convergence
of dull nocturnal skin, cold in the endless desire.

Our faith pretends attraction until the warned joys reverse.
Ask me if I will diagram a naked plot that dances
in the eyes of horror.

I am another me. And you are the subtle dream
I cannot relive; the unuttered words, soft and melting
under libidinous sympathy, that arise amidst lips and teeth.
Where is my voice gone? It is a function of reason
that tames our frosted fun.

To be with you I aim for defenseless dreams
to refill my emptiness -- I am full of forethoughts.

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