Every so often I dream of a man dressed in black that lives on a hill on the highest point of his life. There, we ran into each other once, without any words exchanged the longing eyes of chance that brought tears to both of our eyes. We fell in love. Without any words exchanged, we simply grace each other and close our eyes at the exactly the same time and I wake.
Last night I had a dream about him again.
We met again at the highest hill top of his life and instead of pacing back and forth against one another, we stood still in endless concentration. The married man took his hands and stretched them across my face. Each finger scribbled words across my chest. I would have liked to have screamed, but noise wasn't in my favor. What felt to have taken an eternity, was maybe about an hour of REM sleep.
I just want to see the sun. And wrap my arms around you. I want to feel fine and love the words that surround you. Why does that want make no complication.
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