My Unrequited Love

[socialrecluse]

I dreamt of you again last night, my love. You rode bareback on a sparkling pony of glass-you were also bareback, I may add. But you weren’t shameful of your nakedness. Oh no! You wore your heaving bosom like a badge of honor, like Eve before the Fall. Your lips were a crimson hue, similar to that of a Cairo sunset. After I talked you down off the colt, my dear, your hips danced to the rhythm of the maracas the Mariachi band shook. Your virgin character betrayed you, I’m afraid, when you blushed at the bulge in my pants; I said it was natural, and you were relieved.

Alas, here the alarm spoiled my plans and I awoke.

I must admit I sobbed, for my dream can never come true. Defying the stars, I cried up into the sky, “Wherefore art thou Mommy, yo?”