a dream, a breast

i dreamt of a breast

there was nothing
sexual
about the dream

that came
as i stirred from my
broken slumber
the great beast
mistakenly
rolling over

but in the dream
the dream in which
i dreamt
of a breast

i was holding
her

she was
pressed tightly against me
skin on skin
her hair
tickling
my nose
caught in my beard
her leg
between mine
my arm
protectively
wrapped around her
her breast
in my hand

it wasn’t until
i woke
slightly
i imagined her nipple
growing hard
between
my thumb and
forefinger

then i slipped back
into
the aether

where i
held her close
keeping the bad dreams
away
as i cupped her
breast gently
nuzzled closer
to kiss her ear
whisper innocuously of
love and forever
as we slept
in the dream
while i slept

alone

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