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February 27, 2012 / Keely


He dreamt of his first love one night,
Awakening in the middle of the dream
To turn his pillow over
So she would dream of him.

It was an old trick he had picked up
While reading Milorad Pavic’s
Last Love in Constantinople––
To bring the lost back to the found.

Suddenly he was attacked by his wife.
“What on earth are you doing
To me?” she shouted  with  distain.
“You tried to smother me in your sleep,”

She added. “Ah, but only in your dreams,”
He replied.
Some quantum leap indeed; this
Pulling the wool over a woman’s eyes.

Written by T.P. White

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  1. Aveek-howifeel / Feb 27 2012 10:15 am


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