a dream of flying

if I could control my dreams
I’d dream of flying
way up in the clouds
like Arthur Dent
and Fenchurch
me with a billowing dress
you removing it in mid air
wet with wispy cloud mist
hands slipping and sliding
on your skin, lips locked
and drifting, spiralling
floating in the moonlight
in a long embrace
hanging in the sky
in much the same way that bricks don’t


4 thoughts on “a dream of flying

  1. This warmth suits you Blue-Blue. That is really sort of dreamy and sort of hot and sort of sweet and sort of funny, I think it would make a wonderful music video to an Iron and Wine song or something like that. Something romantic with a bit of slow longnote guitar. Really well done. I love that there’s always heart in your writing.


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