OPIUM DREAM

I recall how we met on Facebook!--just a “hi,”
and I had you hooked.
You laughed at my chats, and I thought you fell,
but you’ve become my opium; life without you is a private hell.

You are white, and I am black, yet I’m the yin that chases your yang. Your folks went ballistic, but I don’t mind carrying the flak.
I ignored the noise of those who threatened I was going to hang.

I’ve read the songs of stars in thunder’s chamber,
decoded signs that few remember. You are the feast for my hidden hunger.
We’ve become the secret anthem sung...you the head, I the tail, forever bound in tandem.

Like day and night, we meet in grey. Your smile holds the light of ten suns in play.
I’ve studied you, I know your way; my friends call me crazy, but I don’t sway.
They say you’re fire, and I am ice, yet I’ve learned you’re forever nice.

My hidden name is Yahoo Boy..
you’re my ticket to the American dream,
but you can’t know; I act coy. You’re Beauty, and I’m the Beast ...you, the elf-girl with an empire’s key.

I’m hot on your scent, caught on your trail,
thirsting for your wealth like a vampire, pale.

Yet somewhere between love and scheme,
I can’t tell if it’s you… or just the dream.


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Author's Note

Putting oneself in other people's toga isn't always easy. But this is a modest attempt to see li life through the lens of an interesting character.
This guy puzzles and intrigues me anyway.