A few days before, while I was still in Asmara Dive Resort in Bali,
I dreamt, tasted and felt.
In the dream
I dreamt that my sis fed me a celery, as if to say, hey, this is real. Taste it.
And I munched on the celery, tasting the rawness and slight bitterness of it.
Later, a man. I'm not sure who,
Someone of small built.
Came up to me.
I felt that in the dream, that it wasn't tay.
We kissed. Strong passionate kisses.
I could feel the taste of his tongue, his lips and the wetness in our mouths.
I caressed and held to his tongue, just as he did it to me.
It was just like.. the kiss i had with Tay.
Only this time, it's not Tay.
Why?
Yesterday.
I dreamt of Tay.
His hair was long and unkempt.
He is wearing the shirts i bought him each time his face appeared in the dream.
As if to show his love for me.
Just like that in Bangkok.
When I last met him in May 2010.
Tay, I know that,
Even though we are not physically available for each other,
I can communicate with you.
Strongly. And this communication is real with no egos attached.
I just like to say.
I Love you.
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