It's you again. And always in my dreams, we're in the throes of ecstasy. My heart beating, “yes, yes, yes”, my head yelling "don't." But neither of us will say “no”.
Our kisses, ferocious, wild as the seas. Legs and arms everywhere, opening, groping, touching, grabbing, fitting body parts like puzzle pieces.
Then suddenly, we're in a boat, the paddles are broken from the oars. We look at each other. Helpless. "With what shall we row into the sunset?"
The boat splits in two; you on one side, and I on the other. Frozen in terror, we watch everything else pour into the middle.
You look into my eyes, your lips move, but your words are carried away on the wind and I do not hear you say "I love you - I always will." Then you are gone - swallowed up.
And I'm alone. Waging a futile war against the tides, thrashing, kicking angrily across the sea; I arrive, my knees crashing to the pebbled shore, slamming a fist deep into the earth. But she will not resuscitate you. I am weary - you call my name and I am dust of your dust.
What is born must be seized before it slips out of reach.
Such is the nature of dreams. Such are we, having been too foolish to realize before it is all gone.
But the past is a graveyard. Our names engraved. We lie side by side. Only here can you and I keep on living.
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