Poetry

I Dreamt of You

A holy mess you sweetened.

I dreamt of you:

Ruddy and freckled,
Eyes traced with mischief,
Lips blooming.

You were sitting in a wooden chair –

Skin glowing
Warm and delicate.
I was gutted.

In the corner of a room –

Cluttered shame –
A holy mess
You sweetened.

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