a runaway bride...a poem in dream...

The music was unanimously lousy
And I was feeling drowsy...
The ice on redness did float
Before me...a cubical boat...
Was feeling so sleepy...
Cold darkness creepy
Lurked around in nooks and corners
The evening looked like a serious mourner...
'Afire me...afire me...'
Was I on the constant murmur...
Light from my table top
Ran out of steam
And there it dropped
A few paces before my seat
Like a runaway bride it did me treat...
Tempting and yet escaping
Leaving me gaping...

Then my flame walked in
Having a glass of unknown drink...
She...me thought...stopped...
By me...and my god...she dropped
On a seat to stare at me...
Whispering only 'catch me'...

O what a smile she got!
How by her eyes she me caught!
I moved a bit to her close
Her eyes...her eyes...me chose...

Her polished nails moved around
The brim of her glass in hand round...
I moved my fingers to hold
Her hand like a man too bold...

Just then the dream broke
Leaving in me a feeling choked...
Just then the real beckoned
On my table...I reckoned...
I lost myself in a sleep
In my clutch I did keep
A crumpled ball of my last poem
Which I had curiously forgotten...
 

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