Apotheosynthesis
What is an archetype?
We crossed paths
at the open mic,
after the lecture
about Beowulf,
.
and the foundations
of English literature.
.
An hour about treasure,
heroes, and the monsters
they couldn't live without.
.
You stood regal
at the lectern,
established, fatherly.
.
My dad would like you.
.
Envisioning conversations
at the dining table,
pass the mashed potatoes,
and when are you going
to settle down?
.
Words eclipsing
the half-devoured moon,
a night with syllables
drenched with latte
and electricity.
.
I saw hazel eyes
and me pulled in.
Being consumed
like that moon,
.
sitting heavy above
us both.
Words hitting hard.
.
I felt it,
I felt you in them
you in me.
.
I couldn’t wait to get home
opening the book,
.
I would become
an expert on old English
literature. Read every essay
on the subject, everything.
.
You were breathtakingly handsome.
Older, but in the right way.
Dangerous, wrong
but not too wrong.
.
Like making out
with the guy
you just met.
.
In the back row
of Coriolanus
at the Shakespearean festival,
.
but I wouldn't know.
.
Wrong enough for the flame.
Implausible, but real
and smoldering.
.
Cindered enough to require healing,
and emotional support,
.
from my boyfriend, of course.
.
It would be safe,
but hot enough to tell my friends.
.
Texting into morning,
as dawn breaks beautifully,
against the resistance
to this anticipation.
.
Smoke settling
from a dangerous night,
ending star drenched
with cataclysmic fury.
.
When I woke
in your condo
after the conquest,
you were gone.
.
The absence cratered
me inside, but I knew
our true orbit.
.
I lingered, playing
with my phone on your bed stand.
My thumb swiping up
my thumb swiping down,
.
in that millennial compulsive fashion.
Waiting for validation,
waiting for something.
.
I still draped under sheets
hiding my nakedness,
body drenched in sienna.
.
You the painter
I the canvass.
.
I the prey
You the hunter.
.
But was it the other way around?
.
I feel you still there,
with me. An apotheosynthesis
of something different
than before, now alive.
About the Creator
Poetry Landscapes
We are a poet influenced by Charles Bukowski, and Button poets such as Anis Mojgani, Neil Hilborn and Andrea Gibson. He follows the outlaw style and utilizes surrealist landscapes. Find more at https://poetrylandscapes.com
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