rheu(man)ate

a speck of sand

a pearl of gold

born from your sleep

 

when your eyes roll 

back to the dream place

always a fight to return

grinding down 

your crowns

moans & rocking hips

your bits batter

your stubble scratching

runes onto my traps

 

am i the zeppelin

rope you hold

to flee

or the anchor

to bring you back

 

lids rise

and two colorblind

pools of blue

fill the room

 

your tear duct a tray

for a gift bestowed

a sleep seed

turmeric bright

 

sea salty

when i swab it 

with my tongue

 

you hesitate

but your body

is coiled in mine

and i taste

Jonathan Rentler

rheu(man)ate, page 2, stanza continued 

 

longing to return

with you to that dream place

 

i could fish 

your eyeball out

with a sudden flick

 

but to see 

myself through

your gaze

no oracle is that brave

 

so I’ll wait

and slurp

at the dust

you haul back

from that sacred shore


 

Bio: 

Jonathan Rentler (he/him) is currently fieldworking in Ft. Lauderdale, FL. His work can be found in: Noctivagant Press, Lavender Lime Literary, River Teeth, LAROLA, I-70, Ganymede, Unlikely Stories 2.0, Babbling of the Irrational, NILVX: A Book of Magic and Midnight Muse.