Alternative Universe Me

Alternative universe me,
Sister from another dimension
We lay ourselves upon the edge
In a forest where others rarely tread
Radio in tune
Sharing narratives like a bed
Reflected back it feels—
when I felt you up or was it you, me
sticky lips, newborn thrusting hips
—so real

 

Afterward we sat on the sofa
With cats, under the blanket
Sunflower seeds, gluten-free chips and ‘Fokken’ rooibos tea
Writing, reading, together
Distilling the essence of the particular into something more whole
Another type of poetry
Circling the stars
Not needing to explain
The words’ context jump full thought from brain to brain

 

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Lovely....I really like this.

Lovely....I really like this.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "