The clime

I awoke on my couch

In a dream

Turned contrariwise, dreamed open my eyes

Thru word shapes of rhyme

Life calls me, thru time

Patriarchy’s pop star stooge

Thru manufacture her body bends (the straight way) the rainbow flag, the box shape

Round, a rainbow comes only once, one fine day

Whistling its own tune

Bends climes truly gay

G’s persecuted now

G in perfection – her goodness growing her fate

Now, do you see, honey, patriarchy always lied to you?

Not good – cruel beyond nightmarish, once unmasked, so hence:

Love spared you your fate for better joys, instead?

I just

Awoke on my couch

In this current clime

Dreams rhyme, and waking uncouples dreams

– It’s my life

Aah! But once, if I awoke in your arms, domme morrigan!