Blanketed with a Dream

August 28, 2020

And when he came that first time to my place,

when he took that two hour nap which he said

was just wonderful, so he asked me if I could bring

hm a blanket, so I brought him a big puffy blanket,

and he took that long nap; and I remember how,

after he had gone….At night I took that blanket

and slept with it because it still had his smell,

and I remember just holding close close close

that blanket, and just wanting to vanish into his

smell in that blanket. It was like blanketing myself

in a dream with this person’s smell that has just seized you,

you know. Seized you entirely. I remember being

so powerfully affected just by the smell of it.

Yeah so I was just covering myself in a dream as I fell asleep

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