Dreams

Clever ploy

Why are all my dreams so dim?

I met her in some hotel room, it was dusky, I was taking her to the airport or somewhere, I was her ride. I was looking forward to showing her the new car. I inquired about dating, and she told me about some guy, and I asked her how good a kisser he was. She indicated he was ok. Really, I said. Suddenly we're kissing, and I'm holding her close, the back of my hand on her neck, I touch her face, push my fingers slowly through her hair. My heart does this slow explosion, as it usually does when I've found perfection, achievement, in dream.

We stop, and I can still feel the soft warmth on my face. He wasn't that good, she told me. That's too bad, I said, and kissed her again. This time our mouths parted.