I dream of Genie, not the soppy kind from TV
My genie is a desert dweller, dark skin from Arabian Nights
blue jewelled eyes that say, set me free
I will grant what you wish
I have read the stories of how he tricks
I take the bottle from the sand
He pleads with me to understand
The thousand years he has dwelled within
What foolishness did put you there, I ask
His eyes grow dark as memory comes
She swore her love would be mine
If wish I granted
With all haste I gave the bag of jewels she craved
Still she did not believe I was the genie from the bottle
She bid me enter to show her proof
My size you see, made a liar out of me
Wizards spell I now control
Safe I thought, love made me enter
Shrink in size to please my emerald eyed goddess
Quick as lightning she capped the bottle top
With cold wet clay iron filled
Which held me still
Buried me beneath the sand
Until now you hold my image in your hand
Tell me what it is you wish
I have no choice but to believe you will set me free
I thought a while,
then said, life was not hidden from your eyes
Help me write the stories of the thousand years you have seen
So that is my wish
Remember, they must not rush through my mind all at once
A gentle whisper one by one will do
Now I am 24, three best sellers to my name
I watch the Genie melt away
I wonder what story the he will tell today…
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