I don't know but we were sitting together,
you and me,
up high on some jagged outcropping of rock with the sky surrounding us.
You were being so incredibly warm and affectionate and of course,
typically talkatively articulate.
I was wearing my 'SEX NOT WAR' tee and you asked me how I cut it.
My mind fumbled for an answer.
Were those blue converses you were wearing?
You said we should get matching.
Then we were kissing.
It was a bit awkward at first so we shifted.
Perfect.
My face above yours and our mouths together.
Soft and warm.
Deep and passionate.
(James didn't kiss like that)
Anyway.
You liked it.
I liked it.
We were a warm bundle of sweet passion
-just getting started -
when I woke up.
Wow! with wood and still sensing the warmth of your presence.
But...
I didn't even think of it.
I mean--
How could I not know I was dreaming?
And...
I lay still in the dim of reality as the awareness of what occurred walked up, ever so slowly,
like a never-known familiar friend approaching from the fog.
Its warmth filled me--enveloped my being in a profound and mellow sadness that mingled with the joy of all the possibility.
But, it was just a dream and...
Ayen
you have already passed through the veil.
