Dreaming of My Beloved
Did you see that zit on my nose
When you pictured me?
One ear higher?
No?
Because the image made
I am an effigy of.
From miles away you are perfect, my love,
smelling what I want, tasting what I desire.
envisioning a utopia,
riding into the sunset,
making love without consequence.
It’s only a dream,
so once was I.
Author Note: this poem is not aimed at any one person. i am just discussing the perfection imagined by the lover to the beloved.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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