Dreams of aphrodite-la-croix

The walls of the palace were overgrown with lilac petals and lupines

Lotus blossoms quietly blooming in golden sunlight–

Lavender chords hanging loosely from each window sill as if they were vines–

And a bed of crimson roses undisturbed crowded what once was a patio fit for a queen

A nobleman, or a goddess of only the greatest of strengths.

I found myself before the palace with you in a shared dream

A rendezvous amidst a full moon night–

Guided perhaps by aphrodite, tempted in perhaps

By baron la croix– the few whispers which surpassed the grasps

Of flower petal walls sounded both unmistakably pleasurable and painful

Both full of relief and tangled by tension.

They were equally misleading, as is a breeze in a forest

Rustling between needles of pine mimicking

A distant stream trickling through a canyon to collect

Amongst a greater reservoir.

They were as equal in volume as is the crest of a wave

Colliding with the seashore, you caught in between–

And the sound of a freeway eternally thundering overhead

Echoing through a tunnel with you underneath.

And the whispers from the palace

Throughout the entirety of the dream–

They never wavered, never paused

Never silenced nor got any louder–

And in the rendezvous, we just stood there together.

Not a step forward, not a heel back.

Only a night returning and venturing into the palace could reveal to us

The pains, gifted by aphrodite–

Or the pleasure, cursed onto us by baron la croix.