Maple Dreams

Today I woke up to a pastel-hued morning.

dreams plonking around my heavy heart.

Had a platter of maple dreams for breakfast!

The sunrays steal their way through the vertical louvres of the window blinds

 Strobbed around my room.

The sequins off my dress scattered on the floor

reminded me of our clandestine tyrst last night.

The mosaic verses and the innocuous times.

The sudden crescendo of happy hysteria midst our prosaic lives

made me compose haptics poesy

I could prod on sombre noons.

The roaring gush of wind shook me up from my ictus.

The concerto of the drizzle broke my slumber and plunged me into the abyss of reality.

I tumbled headlong.

My body was heavy like a crustal rock

awaited a seismic release.

As the volcano of distress erupted 

the hot lava of paranoia ran down my cervix.

Blurring the fabrics of space and dimensions.

The rhetoric of grief gradually gnawed at my maple dreams.

Am I still your inamorata?

I try to sleep again.

For my dreams are a safer place.