Candid Corvid Productions

She kept searching through as
Lived parts of dream scenarios

Until one evening, she stopped
And opened a sliding glass door

As she stepped back, he suddenly
Appeared, stepping into the room

—-

(Title of a Sleep Token song)

Whipped Cream + Sour Cream

A response happened through a dream
When an upper professional bartended

We had met before teamed on a job
Where before he had supervised me

But the work was done at this party
And polite masks could be removed

My face alighted when I recognized him
But his hardened from purpled passion

He came close as whispered wet-harshly
Hinting at unspeakables he’d do to body

But his sexual tension flowed off me
Because he was not the one I wanted

Upon realizing I was a disinclined male I
Then introduced him to one more suited

Of masking
My passion

As I keep fighting
To reclaim myself

Exacerbate with prolonged unknowns.