he was sittingleaning back on a
park bench in the sun eyes closed
so not to startle him
he whispered Are
you musing?
he didnt open his eyes
I am
About what?Wait.
Wait. Lemme guess.
Can I guess?
opening his eyes You asked me to
wait
Oh. Okay.
I guess it’s about . .
something you dreamed.
My Youre getting good at this game
Game?
Yes Me
Im humoured by something I
dreamedsomething of a realisation
Its soothing to realise enjoy an epiphany out of a dream Shoud
anyone try to tell you tha dreams arent valuable shutem down
If I may . what’s amused you?
Of course
But lets go across the street get
our coffee doubleback Sun here feels good
Game took his coffee black a
small cup
he took his a large cup sweetened with hazelnut syrup whitened with cream
returned they sat side by side
enjoying the city park its water fountain the people congregatingamusing
themselves before them
. . . so . your dream? The epiphany?
Yes
laissez
faire Im through
with love Like the song
Song?
Dions
Though its been covered by many artists I dig his schmaltzy doowop delivery
I . . I can’t say . I’m familiar.
Yahya are Dion Runaround
Sue The Wanderer
Oshit yeah. I remember.
I remember songs not the artists.
Thas unfortunate
Think Yamay stumble again into a chick you met earlierfound hot Yacant remember her name fucked
bro
Fuuucked
Don’t make a song out of . .
.
. Fuuucked
A hit record in the
charts with a BULLET
Quit would you.
I aint
Im truthtelling
Yacant remember my name is Ruth
fuckya
Romantic.
I should listen to youlisten . . after you’ve admitted I’m through with
love?
Yah
I have my reasons
Praytell.
I
will Sorry
Sorry for you By your own admission not only do you dream infrequently but yacant remember whaya dreamed So Are you
able to recall a sexual dream where youre making love not sex youre face to face shes under youyoure between her legswatchin her diggin her expressions
as you please her
No.
There you have it
In my myriad sexual
dreams I take womentheyre strangers no
one I know recognise from behind
Love
Isnt taken from behind
Sex is
You recall
making love
I
dug tha
Then making lovepassionately becomes
sex
You crave sex Go crazy
Push boundaries
Then amid the exploring you return make love again
Gaze into
each others face
Love
Those arent the dreams Im having
But then
I woudnt fall in love with a stranger
No. No you wouldn’t.
No
Epiphany
Im through with love
AMish, 2sday,
30 1. 24
2210, 2sday,
30 1. 24