last night i dreamt you were sitting and i knelt down and kissed you quickly on the lips, we kept our mouths closed it is time to dress your daughters up in frogsuits and hold them tightly let them cry on your shoulders a couple weeks ago someone spoke up and asked me if i grew my beard to try to be more like my dead father subconsciously it might be a reason but it's more likely that i simply am like my father in that and many ways it's a way to hide yourself and stand out at the exact same time it's a way to be lazy things we desire last night i dreamt we were dancing i was wearing my cowboyw shirt with cowboys and indians fighting each other as we moved as i held you i rembered how much i loved you i could feel how much we loved each other i woke up fast and hard right then like you wake from a nightmare
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