words

i dreamt that you and i were devils
and we slowly destroyed one another
with fire and hail and shrapnel,
words of murder and consequence
thrown about carelessly
like so many wasted hours.

i dreamt that you and i were lovers
and we reveled in the company
of only one another,
rolling and rolling wrapped in sheets
and purring smoke
from between your modest lips,
finding in the eyes of the other
some parable by which to live.

i dreamt that you and i were mad
and by some tragedy
we were forced to stand by one another,
savage paracletes of nocuous intent
grinding teeth and crushing our hearts
between the fear and the longing,
where our hands should have met
instead we pointed fingers
and slung words of perilous monument.

i dreamt that you and i were one another
and in this dream i found out
the horror of my spirit,
the numinous ego that is this
and every other indictment
against the substance of my own heart,
i dreamt that you and i were what we are
and i awoke to find this true.

-S.C. Martinez