POETRY: “WET DREAM”

by Shamora Evans

As the flames lick the logs,
Hear the wood split and crack;
My fingertips trace up your spine,
Then grip the flesh of your back.

There’s a waterfall crashing between two trees,
But, also a huge log being carried upstream.
The log splits the water into two sides;
A log surrounded by fluids as the tide rises.

And once the tide begins to fall,
Only white residue; the “writing on the wall”.
The log is pushed out and back downstream;
The fire has burned out and,
I awake from a “wet dream”…

 

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