NaPoWriMo # 39
Cover - A Tribute We got there late. Me to your dream and you to my best hour, merman hidden in the cornfields of my body. Later we lost sight of each other amid the tumult of adolescence. We broke up, widowed before the marriage ever consummated. Fifteen years later we saw each other, me the bard, you the juris doctor. An avalanche of love made me call you the next day. What superhuman beast (perhaps accumulated courage) possessed my body, what lie? What did I say my Troy, my Caesar, my taurine lover, that made you look my way. I can’t remember, but out of the sea inside my chest, my abyss, primitive animals emerged singing: purple rain, purple rain…