A dream come to life
The breath and pulse
The living heat of my

Wildest imagination

You are real

You are not

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I close in on you
Bracket you with my embrace
Though I am dreaming
Flatten you with my love
Though I am dreaming
Give you everything
I want to give away

And by the way
Aren't I wonderful

Won't you say it
Say

I am wonderful for giving away
All that I want to give away

The muck, the detritus of my soul
Becomes the earth

From which

I shape

My soul mate.

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Great hole in the ground
Into which I empty myself

Avatar. Cistern.
From you I draw the muck
From which I form myself.

I love you,
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Love me back.
I am your god.

This poem is a response to the prompt avatar at One Single Impression. It has nothing to do with the movie. Lately I've been thinking of how we make others over according to our own needs and according to the dictates of our egos in an attempt to satisfy what we think is a need for another. So often that need is a desire for self. That is, we seek in others what we long for in ourselves. It's as painful as it is maddening to think you're a person only to realize you're a sounding board. I hate it. This is an angry, angry poem.