Dream and Unconsequences
Odd house with trolley tracks running near the front porch, walking with someone who just vaguely disappeared from the random plot upon seeing you at a distance walking down the sidewalk with purpose towards me as I stood near the entrance of an unfamiliar house where I lived.
Not talking, just sitting on the couch beside me looking, digesting your face. Then embracing at first with head butts and light brushes of our lips, my want to understand intent, then laying me against the couch on my side and you almost dancing with sway to become prone on your own back parallel to me. And then the kissing - the immediate kissing. And you stopping to say you wanted to brush your teeth, yet when you return you are nude and resume you place again with kissing now intensifying, and my suckling your farthest breast, and my fingertips combing and pressing through pubic hair on your mound, and the slippery slide of fingers spreading your lower lips and my blurted whisper against your ear as my wrist rhythm intensifies, “God how can I have missed you so much when we’ve never met?”
And not wanting that moment to end, but as with dreams it is impossible to control the oddity of flow so there is a knock at the door from the neighbor with her dog asking if I can babysit while they are on vacation, some unexpected echo from a meaningless work holiday party conversation with a co-worker about their trials attempting to travel and my own feed into that required party-oriented casual conversation with whomever as a leader discussing how my own eldest daughter in Arizona cannot visit this Christmas and will wait until Spring because the woman/service they use to attend their cats while they are in Tennessee or Ohio was already booked massively for those several weeks.
Yet in the dream when I turned back to you, wanting desperately to taste, to just feel the mask of your body against mine, you were dressed again and had your bag looped over your shoulder. “At least let me walk you to your car,” as I followed you onto the porch, though not the same porch as at the beginning of the dream. You kissed my neck, nodded to the still lingering neighbor to denote the secret of your visit was now public on my block, and I shook my head with a lack of concern, and turned back to see you were gone.
I searched several utterly unfamiliar blocks of odd stores and thick sidewalk crowds and odd alleys with faded photos of clowns and was too lost to find my way home, so had no option but to keep searching pointlessly for you. Surely just because in the real world my mouth had become quite dry from the night’s breathing, my dream as I wandered because concentrated on something stuck in between two teeth that I would pull and pull, but which would not dislodge, and then began to stream out like a length of floss that would not end so I am wandering the street pulling and pulling with this trailing from my lips, when I realized it was a strand of your long, straight, greying hair and I turned to gather it up realizing it was the only thing I had left of you.
