Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Last night again--- my dreams are staying with me.

a river of people swimming frantically away --towards safety-towards the other shore-mud and tall reeds.
A bus and a Native American lover. Gut pulling fear and being held from behind. Big hands on my face that I might never feel blood warm again. Kissing and licking them and feeling his belly against my back. "don't you do this to me"
sharp want
sweat stinking trunks of cars