One day it will happen
One day it will all come true
One day when you're ready
One day when you're up to it.
I can feel it.
-Björk, One day
...even now, as the slugs begin their sluggish
withdrawal - each complete in love and lust;
each mother and father to what they've made
together; each alone, content, and free.
-Conversation with Slugs and Sarah, Jennifer Chang
I had a dream.
We were ourselves. We were not ourselves.
We inhabited our bodies.
They were possessed. By ancient eyes:
I am here. You are here.
Your lips steal an ancient longing from my lips.
Your mouth speaks of old yearnings to my mouth.
Your tongue feeds that never forgotten thirst on my neck.
Your hands press long kept desires unto my body.
I open up.
I let you summon me.
I let you shape me
into who I want to be:
Flesh that feels your flesh
Flesh that feeds on your flesh
Flesh that nests your flesh
I have you. You have me.
I hold you. You hold me.
We remember.
We wonder about a past
that could've been a mutual future.
Yet we prefer the now.
The many pleasures of the now.
When I woke up the first time
I knew you were still there
So I smiled before I opened my eyes:
You tuck me in
Before you leave.
Before you leave
I reassure you:
You are free.
The second time I woke up
I had new memories of you.
To fill in the blanks.
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