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Charika Swanepoel

My Last Two Wet Dreams

I.

I had a dream and in it you were showing me how to hold you,

teaching me the tender touch of a curve, the closed-ness of bodies.

You were doing this, partly because I could only extend my arms

in a military way, and partly because I was a brand new me,

unaccustomed to the sensualities of adulthood.

In reality though, I knew exactly how to hold you.

II.

“Sunday mornings are too exciting not to get up early for”,

the Theologian said as the Sun rose just before five o’clock.

“What fun to watch them helplessly fling their bodies into

that sea of existential angst and perfectly vulnerable guilt,

‘dear god, forgive us our sins, dear god, make us more

than we are, dear god, dear god, dear god”’.

 

Charika Swanepoel is a South African poet and literary scholar. She is currently pursuing her MA. in English Poetry and some of her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in and on platforms such as New Contrast, Prufrock, Aerodrome, Literator, Glass Poetry etc. She spends a lot of time in the slush piles of magazines such as Helen, Frontier Poetry, and E&GJ Press. You can see more of her work on csswanepoel.wordpress.com and follow her on Twitter @CharikaSW or Instagram @charikaswanepoel.

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