In my dreams, it opens before me like a raw oyster, with all
I have to do is stick a fork in it and plop it into my mouth.
It is almost always the same dream, there at the bar with
her, a dish of oysters she gobbles up, a bit of moisture on her lower lip, irresistible,
even in a dream where anything is possible, churning up some deeper feeling that overflows
on me, the dream like a photograph of a real moment in time, but with a much
happier ending, when we gobble each other up just like oysters
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