A Mood Upon Me

From the aftershave

Photo by Jp Valery on Unsplash

shadow me with the invitation to speak back. a memory flickering in the dream state of another ocean. where did you land in the real place of existence? it seems I know you in the deepest hours of the night.

I wake and it was then and us but not and a bit aggravating. nothing of the past and we aren’t in the future of any season which brings me back to the question of no. a scenario that bakes in surreal formations and shared terminology.

but a mood upon me from the aftershave of the adventurous reverie. despite the frustrations in the fantasy storyline that was upon my sheets and quilt. enveloped in my reverie were figments of imaginative familiarities I wanted to grab.

upon the morning it is gone into pockets of unreality. never to be had of a thing that does not portray in life’s day. but yes it seemed as if so strong a vibe from the pantomime that was my sleep.

you have returned before like that. like I could touch the shape and movement of the limbs and clothing. so vivid and visceral was my sense of you. and how strange I cannot retrieve to take and hold as my own.

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An old love. And so it goes.

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