Le Trois De Nous Poem by Zoe Nyght

He whispered something like,
I had a dream last night.
The trees were envious of your beauty,
and lost in your confusion.
The dichotomy of you baffled them
but they loved you still.
I don’t even know what dichotomy means.

Really? remarked I.
Your subconscious said all that?
Amazing.

Yes. Please, tell me what it means.

I shrugged to him, my face absent of color.
Looking towards the sky, I backbended into myself
and from my melting, meshing skin sprang
another.
Facing her with shaking confidence
I mouthed, this
(This, she echoed)
is dichotomy.
(Is Dichotomy.)

And from there, the three of us dispersed into the wind,
on the backs of golden-red leaves.