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Jacquelyn's 20000th Dream

Last night I dreamt that I walked into the Abernathy Building:

I was whistling Eddie Cochran’s rock record about climbing some stairs
As I floated on up to the twenty-thousandth floor.

On that floor there was a bedroom.
An open bedroom.
A candle-lit bedroom.
Curtains were being swept up into passions by wind.
Outside, ‘the big city’ was scintillating
beneath a full moon and a million stars.

I slipped into the bedroom.

On the bed there was a moon-lit silhouette
of a calm figure resting
upon the pillow,
upon the mattress and the blankets.
Or was that a cloud he was spread out on?

I heard no snoring.

So I shed my clothes and
he handed me a rose.
Goodness knows!
How that room was lit up with music,
music and firelight:
flickering
spinning
twirling
swirling.

In the dark candlelight
He was dancing
all around the bedroom.
Naked.

I danced with him.

He loves the darkness.

I had never danced before.

We danced for one hundred hours
Then we felt tired.
So we lay down side by side to rest.
He laid his head down
upon the soft pillow of my warm breast.
We sang and sighed in unison.
he sighed and slept like a baby.

All the while
I ran my hands through his hair
at least a billion times.
We slept, just like that
for a million years.

Then we woke up
to the sound of the groaning
and the moaning
of the hunger that was in our hearts.
We went down to Samson’s and split a shake.
Jukebox songs surrounded us and they sweetened up
the chocolate with whipped cream and syrup in our cup
which we shared.

But he wasn’t naked.

So we packed up our mouths, all full of sugar
and went back up to the room.

We hummed something or other about whipped cream.

Back in the bedroom he picked up a record
and dropped the needle down
then we really went to town.

Our lips and tongues were still tingling with sugar crystals
as they locked together
in an ancient, sweet, naked dance.

We loved the darkness.

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