That was the night
I dreamed of Yiska
and she met me
at the back
of the cottage
by the woods
and it seemed summer
it was warm
birds sang
and flowers
were showing off
their colour
and perfume
and she stood there
and smiled and said
I made it here
what do you think?
good to see you
I said
and it was
and I ran to her
before she could
disappear as they do
in dreams
and she kissed me
and it felt real
and warm
and arousing
and we walked
into the woods
and she talked
about her
mother's depression
and how her mother
moaned about
the untidiness
of her room
I thought yes
she is here
and I reached
for her hand
and held it
and felt
with my thumb
her skin
it felt pulsing
and alive
and she talked more
but I wasn't listening
I was trying
to feel her hand
deeper
more alive
than most dreams
and then we stopped
and we were by
the big pond
and she said
let's go swim
let's go swim
**** naked
and I thought
I can't swim
I’ll drown
and woke up
and pulled
the warm
blanket down.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
That was the night
I dreamed of Yiska
and she met me
at the back
of the cottage
by the woods
and it seemed summer
it was warm
birds sang
and flowers
were showing off
their colour
and perfume
and she stood there
and smiled and said
I made it here
what do you think?
good to see you
I said
and it was
and I ran to her
before she could
disappear as they do
in dreams
and she kissed me
and it felt real
and warm
and arousing
and we walked
into the woods
and she talked
about her
mother's depression
and how her mother
moaned about
the untidiness
of her room
I thought yes
she is here
and I reached
for her hand
and held it
and felt
with my thumb
her skin
it felt pulsing
and alive
and she talked more
but I wasn't listening
I was trying
to feel her hand
deeper
more alive
than most dreams
and then we stopped
and we were by
the big pond
and she said
let's go swim
let's go swim
**** naked
and I thought
I can't swim
I’ll drown
and woke up
and pulled
the warm
blanket down.
A BOY'S DREAM OF A GIRL IN 1962.
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