Toshiya

i had a dream i was five foot ten and beautiful,  

my hair raven without bottles of dye.

i felt the wind, it could have knocked me down,

for i was so thin.

but it did not, because like the raven, i could fly.

everything was so jet black,

death wishes it were that dark in shade.

my lipstick, leaving that kiss of death.

i found myself without breath,

at the sight of my own beautiful eyes

adorned in that blackest sable.

though my face was so beautiful,

it needed nothing at all.

i stood five foot ten tall.

my legs like Virginia Slims,

a cigarette silhouette.

and my clothing, my fashion,

was like the metal fetishist

had met Lolita.

i can't begin to describe it all,

for i woke up and i saw

my skin was not pale as the moonlight.

and the only jet black was the midnight.

and as for being five foot ten tall,

it was only a dream after all.