She visited me almost every night
And so I called her ’Mara
In my dreams she came,
To propose the logical; she said
To procure a solution to my
long-littered problem,
That of chronic singleness
I asked her why,
Why her perplexities weren’t sufficient
for her
She gave me some inkling into the
troubled waters of her soul
It’s the turbulent shaking of
love, she said
And it was only because her heart
was reverberating,
With concerns for my emotional
health
And so I proposed the illogical,
it seemed
I was not afraid of walking home
alone,
Or of being by myself
Rather, I was unaware of its
complexities
And more wary of her venturi-like
love
We put an end to our illusory
discussion:
Maybe she was the illogical one,
actually
Or maybe I was the one who needed
a rude awakening
From the side effects of ketamine
’Mara came again last night,
This time, she sounded so urgent,
More willing to beat her thoughts
into my ‘crazy’ head
She said I had to pack my bags
and place them along-side hers
That her visit was up, and so
were my fantasies.
More Poetry next Monday...comments are highly welcome.
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