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Infatuation

I dream of you as though we were in love.

By Rachel NavarroPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Photographed by Everette Hamletteig: @everettehamlette@therachelnavarro

I dreamt a friend took me to your home;

a place you let me enter

but I was not welcomed.

I went to lay and sleep in your bed.

You stood in disapproval,

told me where to lay my head.

I fell asleep with her instead,

I like to take what I can get.

I felt embarrassed and ashamed

But out of my mouth, no words came.

I went to your bathroom in my frustration.

You came behind me

and touched me somewhere sacred.

A vision passed through me of us making love.

But as quickly as it came, you were already done.

You made yourself food, spread butter on bread.

You offered me no part, to the door your finger led.

I walked out stiffly, confused and sad.

Though never yours, I was abandoned.

A chorus of people shouted "you don't belong"

But in my head, I'm still righting your wrongs.

And on this page, I'm still writing your wrongs.

Your voice so gentle, your words so strong.

Your voice so gentle, my violent song.

My fallen angel, from where did you come?

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About the Creator

Rachel Navarro

Rachel is an actor and writer from New York. Writing credits include her play “Between Love and Lust” CUNY Theater Festival (2015), “Our Sense of Humor” The Producers Club (2017), & various poems performed in NYC. She also writes songs.

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