Dreams

I dreamt I rode a horse of steel and glass, with sinews like blades and bolted joints. I rode it to a bus stop, where you waited, to see me off to work. I was glad to see you there. The bus arrived, but I didn't want to go. Instead we made love for the first time and you called my name, and I couldn't look you in the face. We lived on a magical island with palm trees and clear-watered lagoons. We lived there a hundred years.

True story.