F*ck Me When the War Is Done, and Other Poems by Ninnachel by Elwin Fortuna

Ninnachel's Dreme

I dreamed of a lake on a warm summer's night
Where your hair rivalled the Moon for light.

I dreamed of a field lying half-unplowed
And the way you needed to finish it now.

I dreamed of a scream with my final breath
And that I saved your life with my death.

I dreamed of a rainbow in the sky,
"Why improve on perfection?" said I.

I dreamed that your hands were holding mine,
And we'd never part for the rest of time.