Beautiful Dreamer, Wake Unto Me

BedFor today’s prompt, write a things-not-as-they-appear poem. Poetry is filled with metaphors, similes, symbols, and layered meanings, so this should be a softball prompt. If you’re struggling, look at your current surroundings, pick an object, and turn it into a metaphor for something. Or think of somebody in the real world (mail person, gas station attendant, etc.) and make up a secret double life for them. C’mon, you can do this.

Beautiful Dreamer, Wake Unto Me

I’ve dreamt of you every night,
while running through the woods,
flying above the city
or searching for a bathroom
in a rough-hewn cathedral.

Your exquisite face smiles
and, when I know it’s a dream,
I kiss you without asking,
pull that resplendent body near,
hold tight against morning.

Arm draping one pillow,
another stained with saliva,
the dawn of consequences
and me too scared, too shy,
to tell you this story.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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