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Body Language
after Bunuel & Dali's Un Chien Andalou | listen |
In his dreams
she would find safety beside him,
would ignore the flash of
passing strangers in darkened storefronts.
In his dreams they would
go back to her place, turn a single lock
enter the plush darkness of her
apartment, and he’d easily
draw her to him
without her turning quickly
to light a small lamp, to glance
over and through the clear vinyl shower curtain
and draw the deadbolt, pull the latch and
slip closed the chain, giving a slight push
for good measure.
In his dreams on this warm night
they’d wander out onto her back porch
her face washed in silver by the full moon.
And when he’d stroke her right cheek
she wouldn’t flinch, and when he nuzzled
the nape of her neck, all that he’d feel
would be the soft syllable
“OH”
without the slight stiffening and soft
“Shit” and sigh.
In his dreams
he could offer her
night’s endless possibilities
and she would stroke him
till her heart was more than full.
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