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Intense emotions experienced when being so completely in love that you lose yourself. |
| I don’t dream in pictures, he says. Secrets. Breasts tender. You dig your nails. I dream in ideas. We all have them. You are asleep. Into my brain. A chair is not a chair Drugs and LSD. I rub my head against you. Into my soul. But the idea of a chair. Random thoughts. Like a cat. An orphan I took in. No physical characteristics. I will teach you. A cat’s meow. You are now my own. An item to sit upon. I will save you. Milk. Rough tongue on my hand. To stand upon. Eyes open but not seeing. And tender breasts. You trust me. A thought. Dreaming. Period. I am expected to care for you. An idea. Ideas. Or pregnancy. And I do. That is all. Of you. You decide. I enjoy every moment of it. |