him...

Occasionally we bathe together in elegant spas

Water cascading over his long flowing hair

but it is a dream

I fear...

A horrible dream no one needs to believe

Occasionally we run through sunny pastures

picking daisies

falling in love

like they do on the cologne commercials

or maybe perfume??

None of this will do, no he never loved me enough to walk through a field picking daisies but sometimes I dream he did...

On occasion,

we are just sitting there

by a fire

reading books together

and we never

get far enough down the page

no, it's rather insane

to be that close and reading and who gives a fuck about books

when fucking is all that needs to occur...

On occasion

I dream of his hair

and remember

he chopped it off

so all I have left

is dark eyes and thick lips

And... I dream about it

on occasion

when the occasion calls

for tortured sleep.