Aloft e Dream

Ah Christ man! …. or Allah…or Boo Dah… anyone, gest…anyone that will hear this story
I am aloft…again
But damned…. a dull ache in my left wing…closest to my heart
I had a dream…fever induced I think…I could not escape the heat
Try as I may…
There was the sound of a missile, and then a thud
I fell…I remember falling
But the rest is all caught in a haze
I swear, I heard a voice…it said ‘cum, baby cum’
And so…
Over and again…. and again still…
But I could not be stilled…and so the fever rose
And again I heard the voice calling to me ‘cum baby’

But wait… LOOK! What is that laying on the rock below?
It looks from here to be likened to an arrow…with days old dried blood
And over there! what is that in the hibiscus…a flower?
No man…. over there! among the flowers…
It smells of flower scent! Don’t you see it? Don’t you smell the sweet nectar?
That scent of raw honey…that scent that rises up to the thighs…

…what is it you see brother?
There! right there, among the hibiscus…
Red, but moving slowly away as do I
A creature…. earthbound
See…she glances back as she slowly moves away into the bush
LOOKOUT! CLOUD UP AHEAD!!!

Clearing now…. mind a little less foggy…and so I look down once again…
Gone…where did she go…this creature with locks of red
This wasn’t really…was it? This wasn’t a dream…tell me not
She was real…this creature of earth…
She cared for my wounded wing…my wing, pierced by an arrow
I know her now…. but yet I don’t…
And she said ‘where are you from baby’
…where are you from baby?’

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