By Marvel Chukwudi Pephel

I dreamed you last night. You.
You were wearing a purple robe, tiara and all.
Your lips were red, they looked hungry. Famished.
I loved everything about the lips. Full lips!
I dreamed you sitting with my head on your thick thighs.
I dreamed you to be different from the others,
And I wrote for you and pasted it in my heart:

“In her eye was a thread,
A fine gossamer.
Everybody wanted to draw it out,
But have been failing since her adolescence.
She kept her gaze on me
Like she was saying, ” Try your luck.”
I put my hand on her shoulder, I spoke,
And a roll came out her eye,
Falling at my feet.
She looked at me meekly,
Like she was saying:
Here’s my love, knit a lasting relationship. ”

I dreamed you, but you came half-formed;
You came not being all I dreamed.
You came like the others before you and broke my heart.
And, now, the voice in my head says:

Looks like you’ve reached the end.
Looks like you’ve reached the end,
Unable to dream more,
Unable to breathe.

BIO:

Marvel Chukwudi Pephel writes poems, short stories and other things besides. His works have appeared in nuimerous places which include, but not limited to, the following: High Coupe, The Avocet, The Kalahari Review, Jellyfish Whisper, Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, PIN Quarterly Journal, Praxis Magazine for Arts and Literature, Poetry Tree on the Charles. He is currently a two-time winner of the Creative Writing Ink Competition (Ireland).

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