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My Dream, a Memory

It slipped my mind what year it was:

A time where rains slashed relentlessly

Against sliding glass windows.

 

I was in it, in that room,

Whoever it belonged to;

Amazement at a familiar site

That two lovers had once occupied

To escape the world, their everywhere--

As the rain poured, in and through

The stirring of memory from long ago

 

Beside the window, a table

A video camera playing

What I had watched from long ago

Made by someone, I couldn't name who

Perhaps I had forgotten.

 

Little papers stuck against the glass

Being battered by the rain

And in that dream, something finally awakened

That things I had chosen to leave to long ago:

 

The beating, love, the memory

Intoxication and the naked man

Imagined creatures we had made;

Making love beside a teddy bear

 

I remember, Lord help me, I remember.

 

This was your room from long ago.

You left it to me when you left for Australia.

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trina-lyubov
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Feb 23, 2013
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Written, perhaps, not as a dream, in the year 2020. I had loved you.

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