Written May 21, 2011
you kissed me in a dream today. what a typical morning walk, you and the one you wish to kill strolling past the oldest building— I am there, too, alongside you. somehow she gets ahead of us and I watch her get smaller over the hill when suddenly you are in my face— oh, here are your lips, I like you very much, too, but mine are dry— I would’ve put on Chapstick for you— but you don’t mind, this feels good, let’s keep going, let’s do it again. and now I’m flying, off the ground, up in your arms, and I like this, too, and so should you because, honestly, ducking fourteen inches to reach me seems uncomfortable, but this is fun. I like you very much, still, my dear, but I’m sure you’d like to forget that. ‘Cause I know, if nothing else, that the ten years ten months thing bothers you, and this will only happen while I sleep. so, why the hell do I have to wake up?