the nice thing about sleeping in
late was that he was that much close to a beer after noon or that because he
slept in so late that he can open a beer immediately and have it with breakfast
though probably the nicest
thing about sleeping in was that he got there only because he woke and
then let his hypnagogic reverie gather itself and enter him and in its netherworld
twilight sylphs and sibyls tossed faerie dust tumbled bones and laid down with him to
relish the most outrageous phantasies perform
if he was stayed awake he would
have denied himself
he was at his best when he didnt
they watched two aerie nymphs dance
and chase each otherplay together one was dark like a murmuration embodied the second was startlinglywhite like a sweep a drift of simmering white sand a strong oceanbreeze running its fingers through her
they were clothed in sheer cloth knotted at their hips circling their waists and long enough to
provide some modesty – which they were unconcern with didnt care – they played
in a tall grassy field kissed by sunrays and ran through a spacious stand of
leafytrees at the edge of a body of water they dove into it then stood and splashed
and kicked water at each other
moist and bejeweled they ran
back up to the grass and performed a sinuous ritual dance exchanging the lead
many times
they danced until they were exhausted and collapsed
and on top the crushed aromatic sheaves the broken bearded heads they
embraced each other panting and panting
they closed their eyes and fell asleep
in each other arms
it was only when they breathed
deeplysonorously sleeping hard that he roused
when he rousedwoke he opened his eyes then closed them again and remained
lying in bed taking inventory of his body of its discomforts where they were
today they changed every day juggled
their severity or abstained and lying
there on the backs of his eyelids he watched them again reran their dancing and their play
he smiled gratefully
1026, Twosday,
28 7. 20
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