Last night I dreamed I had a torrid love affair with the void
Sometimes it would take on its true form and everything around us would blur tip and slide inside it
awash to points unseen
I would stand impassive and watch it consume piles of matter and aether alike
all things that were once thought to be lost were certainly found here
it would gaze into my eyes nakedly, lovingly, and select a sneaker-clad leg from a pile of refuse
so I would watch the bones crunch in its enormous maw
and admire it for being so fully itself
without a hint of self-consciousness
just the quietly, unabashedly rapacious beast it really was
no shame
no real evil, even in its deliberately passive
elaborately encompassing self singular
wu wei
sometimes it takes on another form
of a beautiful young lover with messy curls that hang to his shoulders
all dynamical plenum, a sleek frowzy heroin chic slinking about him
languid and passionate all at the same time
in this form he laughingly chases me through white-walled apartment complexes
slamming me up against the doorways and
pressing up against me
in long, interminable halls
my very own aphairestic machine
he is the void and it consumes me fresh each time
still no matter how many times he visits
or how long I stay
I still remain to tell the tale
naked and unscathed
the only trace of our trysts a certain wisp of a peaceful and lasting wu wei
that braids and sinks itself into my wide-open dna
a stubborn keepsake of a sudden calling
Yesica Mirambeaux is a longtime writer with a passion for the written word in all its many and diverse forms. At the age of 16 she won the Walter J. Suskind Award for a short story and has continued writing, both in her personal and professional life. As a content manager, information architect, tech writer, and corporate blogger, she enjoys the challenge of understanding a company’s story and finding the best way to share it. As a perpetual storyteller to her loved ones, she is happiest when crafting personalized poetry and entertaining snippets for the circle of people she loves most.
Cover Art: Mohamed Nohassi