KIRSTY A. NIVEN
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Last night I dreamt of a future,
of the greatest story that could be told—
a comedy, a romance, a tragedy,
played out in our blood and tears.
Joy and agony foretold in your eyes,
a lightness I have always longed for.
Our love an omen, our kiss a symbol—
your smile the horoscope’s catalyst.
An angelic vision, a sacramental gift
that both tortures and relieves.
A delectable destiny that can only destroy.
Serious possibilities and decisions
but no way to actualise this dream.
I choke on the wings of desire.
Into The Wild
When I tuck into your chest, bare skin
against my cheek, you exhale softly
like a steam train embarking somewhere new
and pushing out of the brick-laid station
into the endless openness of heather glens
without a civilisation encroaching on the horizon.
I have to pull in closer and closer, my lips
pressing against you, and breathe in as much
of the wilderness you exude as I can.
Numbed with wine and a surge of confidence,
I clamp down on you, my legs a vice grip.
Elation consumes us both,
cheesy smiles mirroring
and we laugh.
Peaceful blankness invades your features,
adrenaline twists on my tongue—
my serpentine heart writhes as we slither.
As my body drops onto yours,
I feel your cheek grin against mine.
Breaths gather, tremors ease—
your voice a still ocean,
your neck a refuge.
Hands run over me for one last touch.
The stars glint in your upwards eyes.
We unravel unwillingly.
Kirsty A. Niven lives in Dundee, Scotland. Her writing has appeared in anthologies such as Strength, The Alien Buddha’s Feminist Agenda and Landfall. She has also featured in several journals and magazines, including The Poet’s Republic, Cicada Magazine, Monstrous Regiment and Silk + Smoke. Kirsty’s work can also be found online on sites such as La Scrittrice, Anti-Heroin Chic and Poetry Breakfast.