Wherever Flickers Your Unreal

Wherever flickers your unreal

I shall lay in delight.

I will allow my limbs to rest,

nestled into the contours of you.

Lover, I am tired,

and your arms are a haven

for a weary warrior

caught up in the far too real

glass shard world

eager to cut tender hearts into confetti

to be thrown at the feet of monsters.

Let me pause, here, in your unreal.

Let me drink from your oasis.

Replenish me fully

with the gentle delirium of your kiss.

And when I rise to fight again,

it will be with the memory of your love inside me.

Song Choice: Heroes by David Bowie 

This poem was inspired by the prompt over at Dash of Sunny's Prompt Nights: Tomorrow When the Sun Will Rise, Who Knows What the Tide May Bring. I was so captivated by the poem she posted as inspiration (Song by Muriel Rukeyser) that I borrowed a line from it for the title. This being the anniversary of David Bowie's death also inspired my words a bit today. It's also linked to Imaginary Gardens With Real Toad's Tuesday Platform.