Dream Woman

Dreams of her that’s all they ever were
The only dreams I ever had
She, her, the female form
Her body, eyes, curves, smile
Form my every sleeping thought
Driving down a road slick with rain
Dangerous curves, yeah that’s her
Running through a desert 
Panting with desire 
For just a drop of moisture
Too much a simile for me 
To not see
That it is her to me
Floating on a cloud, the number 9
She is there with me
Finally mine
Only to wake in a bed empty

I close my eyes again.
She is my dream. 
My subconscious’ 
Only reality.

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This is for a dVerse prompt: For today’s Poetics, I would like you to write a poem that interprets a dream. It can be about falling— where falling is not fear, but release. Let gravity feel like permission. What did you finally stop holding onto?

Hope you enjoy!

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