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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.