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By mitzi Date: 2003 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.06.20.24.19461]] |
| I awoke this morning in a start. Confused at first, I realized it was just a dream. A familiar dream with his hands, not yours. He began to softly caress my breast, yet some how I never felt his touch. You entered the bedroom and he arose, leaving me. Relief consumed me. I had wondered how to tell him that I could not lay with him, that it was you I wanted. You returned to the living room, he drifted off somewhere out of range. I heard a knock on the front door. I arose to peer out the bedroom window. There I saw her, waiting on you as she had always done before. I made eye contact with her husband, who was standing outside near the window. He had brought her to you. Once he saw me, he beckoned, telling her they should go. Instead, she yelled vile things to me through the window. Once more she turned and waited for you to open the door. She suddenly thought better of it and left with her husband. I walked to the living room and there you lay on his couch. I now stood before you. I asked you a question, a question that I can never remember upon awakening. You returned my gaze. No emotion shown on your face as you replied. "She is shaven and you are bushy there below." I looked at you in agony as I dared to ask, "was she always there?" and you replied yes. I hissed and spat at your feet, then left, you never rising to stop me. As I started my car in his driveway, I touched my breast. My heart ached as I whispered, "I can feel you now my beloved." Suddenly, I stood before his grave, looking at the bulbs we transplanted there. A tear fell, as I heard him say to me from some ethereal plane, "Why didn't you just tell me?" I sobbed as I heard him correctly answer his own question, "Because you will always love him the way I loved you." |