your dreams all blue

I hate dreaming. My brain affords me no peace during the day and no respite at night. I dreamt about a moment of intimacy. I don't mean sex. I mean an intimate moment when you're lying next to your lover and you're inches apart staring into their eyes and in love with their face, speaking, laughing, happy, communing. I dreamt about a lot of other things too, but they're too detailed and wild and I don't care to relive them in words right now.

Yesterday I only had one good thought. I was watching something and then all the sudden I thought about a moment, I daydreamed a moment that never was but that my body aches to be. I felt myself coming home to her. I came through the door and she was on the couch. With her beautiful feet in socks, her legs curled up and her smile giving meaning to my day. I sat next to her on the couch and indulged in that intimate stare, admiring her eyes and her face. We smiled at each other for long lingering seconds and then I enthusiastically said, "I missed you." And she knew I meant it and it warmed her. And so we were both warm, together, and we felt the electric heat as our fingers intertwined. We sat on the couch embraced in the warm glow of our love as though it were an infinite fireplace.

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"The one you chose was wrong.
He will only brush away and paint your dreams all blue.
I know it won't be long.
A bridal flower crushed 'neath his unloving shoe.

The sun refused to shine.

You hold the lies you sold yourself.
Still you clutch an ancient relic, a holy fragment of the truth.
There's a burning need for the wealth
of a settled life to calm the spirit of unsettled youth.

The sun refused to shine.
Yes, the sun refused to shine."

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I need a joke.