First by Lupita Eyde
It was in a dream
in a low-light room
in a box of matches
from a pocket
It was a rapid friction
a flare of passion
reflected in dark eyes
It was in a dream
I sometimes tell myself
where nothing I touched
could touch me back
It was in my skin
in the evidence of
the scars, the burns,
the scratches.
In a crying moment
in a chosen fashion
that a game of arms
struck like matches
in the beating heart
of a dream
pleasure & pain
are the same muscle.
I wrote this poem in 1993. I remember that I was taking an Environmental Science class in college and it was so boring, and so long, that I would write poetry to help myself stay awake. This poem was inspired by a friend of mine, Joe Amorese, whom I met in 1992.
– Lupi
