I woke up to an unknown lover. I don't remember if it was from drunkenness or desire, but I was there. In bed. In my old home, the old master bedroom. A couple walks in to say hello. The man familiar, the woman naked, not familiar. They say hello, and another man walks into the doorway. They chit-chat, leave. I feel guilt for my betrayal. I also feel relief. The next scene I am at a couch watching television. The unknown lover to my left, a male friend, J, to the right. My friend asks "who is she". "I'd rather not talk about it". He tells me "you're using your loud voice, you have to whisper". I ignore him, and turn to the unknown lover. Still guilt, but more comfort. The unknown lover, as I try to distance myself, invites comfort. Another male friend, B, walks in. My right eye catches two friends in a passionate kiss. Lips feeding off each other, hands grasping. They weren't lovers before today. But they share a passionate kiss, and B tells J, on his knees, then in a prayer position: laying flat on the floor, face up, palms up. B says "I will be good to you, I need you". I know he would. B is completely dedicated to his lovers, and J likes to take advantage of them. A perfect couple: submissive and dominant. Last scene. The unknown lover is elsewhere. I'm sitting with my mate, she's reading the paper, speaking with someone also reading. They talk about betrayal and forgiveness in metaphors. My mate tells the other man, with slow deliberate words, "do you think frog will forgive the scorpion?" I leave quickly to some cafe upstairs. I know what this dream is about. I gave up a bastard son for my mate. I cry in my dream, sitting there, mr. carro keeping me company and ordering crepes. I just sit there crying, wondering what it will take for me to forgive.
[thank you for reading this non-sense]
[i was thinking prose poem-too cryptic:pointless]
4 comments:
oh my. I feel like I don't even know you. -hungover
You know it could work as a prose poem, I think just take out the part where you say next scene.
take out the additional person, that walks in the door and they chit chat, it is in flashing, it can be taken out and not affect the story line. keep the I need you submissive couple...
kind of like this
I wake up to an unknown lover.In my old home, the old master bedroom. A couple walks in to say hello. The man familiar, the woman naked, not familiar. They talk and leave. I feel guilt for my betrayal, but I am releaved.
I am watching television, the unknown lover to my left, a male friend, J, to the right. My friend asks "who is she". "I'd rather not talk about it" He tells me "you're using your loud voice, you have to whisper". I ignore him, and turn to the unknown lover. Still guilt, but more comfort. Another male friend, B, walks in.
My right eye catches two friends in a passionate kiss. Lips feeding off each other, hands grasping. They weren't lovers before today. B tells J, on his knees, in a prayer position: laying flat on the floor, face up, palms up,"I will be good to you, I need you". I know he would. B is completely dedicated to his lovers, and J likes to take advantage of them. A perfect couple: submissive and dominant.
The unknown lover is gone, I am sitting with my mate, she's reading the paper, speaking with someone who is also reading. They talk about betrayal and forgiveness in metaphors. My mate tells the other man, in slow deliberate words, "do you think frog will forgive the scorpion?"
I leave quickly to the cafe upstairs. I know what this dream is about. I gave up a bastard son for my mate. I cry in my dream, mr. carro keeping me company and ordering crepes. I sit, wondering what it will take for me to forgive.
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