TUESDAY: She Dreams

BY CHARLENE JONES

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She dreams it is him
and all the rivers of her body
weep with release.

She dreams it is he,
the stars, the sun align
apogee, perigee.

She dreams of his design.
Spring gulps a deeper breath
heady as wine.

She dreams future death;
massacres, blood stampede
chaotic excess.

She starts again, succeeds,
her skull lit with fire
breath thick as weeds.

Her dream climbs higher
unwinding cloudy spools
rain muddies desire .

Her dream flashes jewels
moments of his face
before her ardor cools

and Reason takes its place.

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