19 November, 2004

Ephemera Revisited

..I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine/ Anytime night or day ....

I dreamed of you last night.

Did you dream of me?

If we dreamed a dream together, was it really dreaming?

And if it wasn’t dreaming, what shall we call it?


At the last minute, I swap beige lace hipsters for white satin boyleg panties and a matching pushup bra.

No sense getting stuck in a rut.

(All I Have To Do Is Dream; The Everly Brothers)

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