Is it strange that I dream of the same man each night?
…
Different settings; various obstacles that set us apart–
But he’s the only man that I would take such a risk for.
…
They are both beautiful men, of course;
Sometimes he reminds me of a child’s fairytale dream; a knight dressed in the darkest of black
Respectable and patient; raised from the gutter–street smart and deadly
Courteous and charming; brother to the blood– loyal to his brothers
A great, honest smile with kind eyes; Gang wars, despair, violence is all he knows–
…
the type of man
that makes a girl say
chivalry is not dead; he’s trouble and I think I am ready to be very bad
;
These two men–
who appear the same but are diverse in character–
Take turns appearing in my dreams.
…
Days where I am at peace–
lavished by servants as I sit on my veranda–
my husband dedicating his undying love to me–
as he gifts me with the rarest jewels and costly gifts..
…
But there are those endless nights–
The night sky sets a scence–
A ghastly full moon–
night a forsaken, opaque black–
and I am risking my life–
my reputation, my heart for this wild man.
We fight, we yell, we fuck–
and I cry–
but then I crave the thrill again–
A never-ending cycle of rash decisions and passion–
A forewarning, a message–
Who will I end up–
The dawn of my life; or the pitiless man
Of deceit and devilish charm–
Eyes bruised with substance abuse and passion–
Body tight–like a predator–
And that jawline–
…