Wednesday, August 3, 2011
My dream last night
He came and sat next to me and he was distant, keeping his eyes forward. His lips were set, he breathed out his nostrils. His hair was combed. "You look nice," I said and I hestitatingly touched his shirt, his shoulder, then took my hand back to myself. He didn't move away. I suddenly felt brave and I kissed his shoulder, quick, nervous. "Why are you being so nice?" he asked me. His voice! I pressed my face into his neck and I could taste his salty damp skin and said, "I'm not mad at you anymore." Then, with the way dreams skip time, it was later. We got ready for a nap and we laid down together, facing the same direction. I intertwined my fingers with his and held his beautiful, beautiful hand and I kissed his arm three times, up into the crease of his elbow, and I snuggled down against him and fell asleep happy and at peace.
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