..one..

A Recurring nightmare:
“He left one day and never returned.
He didn’t answer any calls
Didn’t reply to any words
He didn’t hear my thudding knocks on his wet door
Didn’t see me weeping at his doorstep
He never returned”

A near memory:
“I woke up one hot Saturday morning
Found my head on his thighs
His fingers dancing with my curls
His smiling face dropping pink and yellow daisies
On mine
I thought I would never touch him again
I did.”

A Fantasy:
“We ran naked and free
Hugged twenty moist jungle trees
Our hair and the leaves were one
Our laughter and the rain and drums
Were one..
Were one..
We won!”