Sonnet 2,238


imageSubconsciously, I wanted to be whole
I’ve known his face, his voice – my entire life
The way he looked and tasted to my soul
He’d manifest in daydreams and at night
If fully woke, I’d go and write him
In hypnagogic state I’d think him up
In sleeping, I’d make sure he was around
Then he’d be there in dreams or writ in book
My dreams were where he saw me at my best
Not trapped by waking ties nor misery
No hearts be broke, no ‘fessions be confessed
But love made by subconscious wizardry

Yet more to come, a twist to be revealed:
It came the day he proved that he was real.

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