Domestically Erotic
Last night,
in the ether,
I dreamed—
you were stroking
my soul.
Gently,
you lifted my shirt
and traced slow circles
on the warm hair
of my belly.
It was transcendent.
Then someone walked in
And said casually,
“Please, stop.”
And you did.
Obediently
You rose
And went
And did
The dishes.
A shadow
long resigned to orders.
I just laid
There—
Murdered.
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