Rock of the World

I kissed The Rock in a dream
And that was enough to undo the world.
For a second his muscles failed
And he couldn’t lift me the way I wanted
To be lifted up and away from the cities
Of men building hard, pointed monuments.
His lips remained to laugh at these futile
Bodies of ours destined to slip in the dust
We try so hard to transmute and exalt.
Remember, Dwayne, your own dream
Of that unusual flower you wished to open?
You wondered if it would receive you.
But the new world can bloom only
After the Action Movie has ended
When even the villain feels the knock
Of heated air that is the fire of all love

Scott Neuffer is a writer from Nevada.

Categories: Poetry

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