Reality Meets Dream

Writing & Photography by © Jeremy Tyck

Iridescent Kitty

A stutter forth, the desire expresses. There is a beauty and strength to that. The feel of the words.

Kitty on a shimmery horned silver unicorn to tour the land
A city of trees seeking rising sons
Coast far from the best sea
Iridescence locked by stalks of ears
Fences of pitchforks imposed
The road heating, ready to elate
Purring to break free

Out of a fluorescent box, from Ameowicana she sang
Of paws patting and aristocats playing musical inclination

A hundred questions to explore
An anvil crashed down and judged my palate for sonic strum
What could I say, alternating, classically I answered
Like a photograph in motion, independent to the crest of cat’s eye

Key and fundamentally to the foundation of your infatuation, flutter a rhythm
For a stranger defies definition
Hold on steady to the mass of inland beneath
Hold on to the 6 remaining because you only have nine

What is a cloth and jeans, vested but to cover the heart that breathes?
Guarded and covered by a forest of downy testosterone driven roots
O’ can you hear, can your ears perch upon mine
On a scintillated ‘Ovember morn’?

Called from the moonlit road, naked in heat,
The long loud meow
Where art thou?!

Whisper hot steamed breath gently of mountains and oceans wisping
Smokey in earliest dew, infra-suns rising
Little hairs tingling adversely to but the biggest golden canines

I found a shimmering gray
A coincidence, a mystery, or?
A heart ponders to yearn, for fluttered frills of yarn

Swooped in like a nighttime owl
Purrled in upon fingertips to press
Each one loved by tenderest lips

Cuddle a wildflower’s kiss, hold it close, and!
For a bated breath, held hot to core hearth, waiting!

Fathom a dream of four pillows and fluffy wraps
Past sunrise, a heart pumps
Shimmering and reflected,
To my fingers eight and open, don’t miss the thumbs
Thumbs crave affection too

Cray the nip, wild off the walls!
Piercing eyes burn through, taut and grasping
Hold on tight, clamped your vice and dug in tips

Flipped a spline, a sight softly
Stretched for the longest trees’ limbs
Undulated with a panorama to perceive
To plunder, this prisoner is all mine, delving
Anticipation waiting for each descent
Round the creeks
To quench in

Creaking each four’d leg
Faster pussy cat, faster!
Collapse each stake, sore sides asked for beside
Parched like paper soft, take in the underground springs!
Not once, not twice, thrice streams of three

Reverie takes a bicycle ride
To where dreams play

… and one yielding far wonders
Reach out to mine box thumping
Timid to reveal
Anything real
A fear of life’s claws tightly sealed off
Reach out iridescently
Like a feline strigine with feathers
Nyctea’s naughty caress
Snuggle a huddle closer
Firmed feline grip

Sprawl and tangle to a new dawn
Kiss a smile, there to see
To taste

Brush your forehead free of wayward sweat soaked strands, a peck upon glisten

Time will slow, and morn’ to day
Even mountains a centimeter seems quicker, quickened from gray to silver
A clock stopped, hands in unison
For a bated breath, held hot to hearth

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