the dream of making love to a dead man

the dream of making love to a dead man October 14, 2016
i dream of you
for the first time
since i saw our marriage contract
with our names torn off

i dream we are looking for one another
in the dystopia of a city with no
names and no homes

and we find

you have grown thin
but still hard.

we are wanted people
wanted by the state for treason
and by each other
for another reason

we are naked
your cock is wet
from it’s impatience
but firm

and we don’t care
for we are wanted
–already dead–

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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1 Response to the dream of making love to a dead man

  1. m says:

    I debated publishing this one. It was really more of a nightmare than a dream that inspired it. There’s a tiny bit of reality behind the imagination here. Every so often I have these dystopian future dreams and they always feel like me and everyone in them is already dead or somehow still alive and should be dead. Apologies if I’ve ruined your night with my own macabre nightmares.


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