The Dream Watcher
I watch her dream, peep at her dreams
As she crosses the bifrost bridge
Into the arms of her flare her flambeau-
The wind, her slave and master.
I watch them collide with scintillating lust-
Watch her hair fly as if waving me goodbye
Or calling me to join them
When he brushes his fingers through her scalp.
I watch her dream, peep at her dreams,
Pausing and rewinding every culminating moment,
As she nurtures her invisible lover
Like a river by its course or a bull its matador.
Gods play her the lyre in sostenuto-
Queue up to be blown one of her kisses,
Her lipstick imprinted on all their hearts,
Even death beseeches her for a little life.
With red voyeurism I vigil wind making love to her,
Listen as she chimes behind those closed eyes,
Absorb her ambrosia gasps at every exhale,
Her moment inside a star, I dare not wake her.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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