- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Chimera
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I hold you my chimera,
illusion...fabrication of the mind,
my unrealizable pink bubble.
It’s all there...
Right behind my eyes,
the substitute velvet dream.
Right in front of me,
the velour day,
never ending band of gold,
committments...
Pandora’s box remains locked.
It won’t happen.
Not me, not this time.
I have tasted the nectar,
played with fire, scorched my wings.
I feel like Leda facing the pure white.
We pretend to be swans,
no one wants to be an ugly duckling,
so we fight nature.
This reckoning hasn’t kept me
from wanting reverie to be true
nor has it kept me from,
blowing the biggest bubble ever,
being a butterfly.
I capture my illusion
within the confines of the ink,
written with a golden pen
upon a paper torn...
