1/6/2020 – A Golden Dream

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1/6/2020 – The day begins before dawn. It begins in my dreams; we live together, awash in the pale golden light of love. We glide through our cottage, the air thick with domesticity and desire. Birds dine on sunflower seeds on our kitchen windowsill. They’re singing and chirping, making bird noises that you translate for me as our coffee brews.

I wake, tentative. I snuggle in my cocoon, Francy purring under the quilt. I turn to you, my hips and legs moving carefully as not to disturb the cat, and I reach out to pull you closer.

It’s 3:30 am and Australia is no longer burning. Rain falls gently over the ashes, washing the pain away. It’s peaceful in Shiraz, the early morning streets bustling with chadored housewives buying fresh naan for breakfast.

But there is no you there; no solid, warm flesh to grab. No snores and slowly blinking eyes awakening. No soft belly and no tender nipples. I listen to my heart flutter and skip, beating my dreams away and sending them to rest, until the daytime passes and I can dream again.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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3 Responses to 1/6/2020 – A Golden Dream

  1. Chris Kane says:

    I’ve been a regular reader for awhile, but haven’t ever commented. It would be nice if you’d write a post about your new Northampton life. Surely there’s a lot to talk about. I’m sure that many of us would like to know how you and B&B are doing. I also hope that your heart/health is better. Thanks.

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  2. Thank you! We’re slowly adjusting. Moving just a few days into a global pandemic lock-down was more excitement than either of us needed.

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  3. Chris Kane says:

    I appreciate your response, thanks! And I also look forward to hearing more about your new adventures. We live in Vermont not far from you two. Perhaps our paths will cross sometime when life normalizes more. I miss the coffee cafes in “Lesbianville.”

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