Description: this is simple a dream i had that bothered me a bit. yet i couldnt believe how comfortable i was with my own nikedness...
so i wrote the dream out simple as last relfection and to express.
sorry i cant spell check or refine it at the moment.when and if i can i well come back and fix it up so its flows better and the errors are currected.
Up into the tower of the old city hall building there is a room with a view and a bed that belongs to you.
I went up those stairs. knowing I wouldn't find you there. Opening the door the sun light shown in all about the room.
I dont remember taking off my cloths, but simple sliding into the bed. With paper in one hand a pin in another I begain to write while i sat their.
The covers tucked under my arms and over my brest reveling nothing but my bare shoulders, and that is how you found me their.
you walked in. looking a bit suprised. then you took off your shirt and climed into bed exsoted.
you layed there a moment simple breathing, then you turned and looked up at me.
i put the pin and paper down and layed my head on your chest.
after a moment i relized who you where and what i was doing and that i was nikade...
after a moment i pulled away.
you looked at me and simple pulled the covers up over my shoulders and tighter against my wast. then you sat up and walked away.
Odd. The spelling did take a moment to become accustomed to, but oh well. This being a dream could lend itself to all manner of itnerpretation. Who was the other, or are they concept more than a person? Love the ending, and the odd writing thing was interesting. What were you writing? Clean it a little and it will be worthy of many honors. Don;t worry, I spell worse than you.
This is very well said. I'd love to hear you read it aloud.
The spelling does need to be fixed. However, I have flunked spelling for more than forty years.
I have gotten better lately, but only because I am learning from my spell checker. Language exists in my head as something I hear. Writing is a form of translation. From this I think it may be that way for you.
Spelling can be corrected. It is the passion and openness of your heart that counts in poetry. I see both of those here.