My husband is a not real
He is my fantasy.
I made this world
In a sweet slumber
after drinking the last
of summer’s rations
Where I am loved so well
And kissed so tenderly
With the scent of cardamom and orange
his touch of warmth and electricity
He is a God with a magic penis
That can stop time and suspend gravity
Some strange luck loops
Has stopped war and given
me this dream life and his to share
I am day dreaming girl
sleeping in a dirt tent
if you find me
do not wake me
there are dark shadows
in my world.
I am fighting in a war
on the wrong side of a line
With a broken foot and a belly wound
I don’t make it out of here alive
this dream is all I’ll know of time or love
Drop dirt or petals if you must
Annieepoetry 