29 July, 2008

Not You

...it's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in bacon...mmmmmmm....

You nuzzled and kissed me as we stood outside my mother's house. You nipped my neck in different places to hear the noises I made, laughing into my throat, holding me perfectly in your arms.

And then you said, "We have to stop."

I looked at you, and you said, "I can't risk a scandal, because I want to run for office someday."

It seemed to make sense at the time, but when I woke I realized that you running for office may be the funniest thing I ever heard.

Who was wearing your face in my dream? Who was wearing MINE?

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