Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Do we dream of freedom or desire?

In the dream there were only couples
and me—I’ve no idea why—and the
woman I was paired with was nervous,
unsure of her attractiveness, why she  was
doing this, who she was or
wanted to be, so we only
shared a kiss, her tongue
tentatively exploring freedom.

Later in the dream, across a
crowded bar, our eyes met, hers now
demanding that I ignore the alarm,
sleep longer, dream deeper,
forget her previous hesitancy and
just take her.

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