last night I dreamt
vivid with movement
and colour
people swirling, pushing past
hands, elbows
knees, feet -- limbs... jostle,
faces,
bodiless
float past.
Breasts bright with paint,
and garesh smiles
flashing teeth,
flesh
pressing
sweating -- I was there
twisting, turning
searching, stumbling --
lost -- close to panic,
I try to scream,
then your dark mask broke through the masses
reaching for my hands
you guide me.
Slow motion.
Freeze frame images.
Darkened alley.
White lattice table.
I'm reclined.
Thighs parted.
Dark mask descending.
Hands reaching out to steady me,
trap me? you are the puppeteer --
we are your puppets --
they spill into the alley
Masks.
Faces.
Hands are pulling,
touching.
Mouths.
I'm twisting.
Pinned I struggle.
watching from above --
I'm floating.
throbbing --
delicious throbbing --
body shaking I awaken
limbs bound by sheets twisted
ghostly remains of my dream.
silent pictures
fade to black
no longer am I
your marionette.

Miss Mullti Media 2000
by deevaa,
Sept, 2000