Friday, September 26, 2014

Ode to an Open Relationship

The Dream

August 5, 2012 at 11:54am
It was nighttime, dark outside, and I was standing alone in the kitchen.  I was holding a towel or a dish or something in my hand. You walked in and spoke to me.

I turned to face you but I kept my eyes on the floor.  I was silently crying, tears flowing down my cheeks. My clothes were soaking wet from my teardrops and there was a puddle on the floor.
You said, "Look at me."
But when I raised my eyes to look into yours, I turned into someone special from your past. One of your ex girlfriends.
Then I changed into another ex of yours. And then another. And I kept morphing into different women, most of whom I did not recognize.
Until finally, you dropped down to your knees, face in your hands...crying.
And I was myself again. Tears still streaming.

I began to sink down in front of you - reaching out - and I thought I was leaning in to give you love and compassion but then
suddenly
I kicked you hard in your face. And blood poured from your eye sockets and flowed from your nostrils. And bats were flying out of your mouth.

And just as suddenly -
                                  ~calmness~
We were together on the beach, bathed in moonlight.
I was kneeling in front of you in soft sparkly white sand
there was no blood
                 no tears
                 no bats
There was just you & I.

I touched your face and gently placed your head on my heart.
As I stroked your hair, you trembled.

Inside myself,
I felt a battle between love and pain.
I could feel the same battle going on inside of you.
There was so much love there.
And so much much pain there too.
And they were fighting.

And then-
more suddeness
the moonlight flickered off and
all. was. dark.

And then I woke up.