Sunday, November 04, 2007

Anjou, or maybe Bosc

You were in my dreams again last night. We were in Brighton, sitting together on the rocky beach between the two piers. You were wearing a white button down shirt, untucked, and faded loose jeans. Your feet were bare. I was looking at you, studying you, not sure how it was that I was there with you, and you turned to me and kissed me.

I smiled and told you that you taste like pears and sunshine.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ah, how romantic that must have seemed. How nice it would be to have someone know whether or not I taste of pears. Lo, a new benchmark for romance is defined.

ghost said...

now THAT is a good dream.