Last night I dreamt I was a nun
In love with God, and with a man of the cloth
The anticipation of our stealth meeting made my being
Vibrate at a higher frequency
Is simply longing for the forbidden a sin?
We did not consummate our desire to coalesce
Our eyes spoke what our lips dared not say
The attraction was irresistible nonetheless
It made my heart sing to be near him
It was simply undiluted love in concentrated form
On a full moon night, insanity reigned
We agreed to meet at the stroke of midnight
In my dream, I wore a nun’s habit
And as I walked to my clandestine meeting
The moon lit my way and reserved her judgment
As I was leaving the convent, a legion of men
Dressed in black robes impeded our meeting
And saved our souls from burning
Before dawn, I awoke shivering
My limbs had battled with the blankets...
And comforter, as those lay defeated on the floor
As I analyzed my dream, I realized with a start
The priest had been the singer I had met last night
The Chilean guitar player with the sky blue eyes
He played beautiful spanish songs in our bohemian gathering
I wish I could play the guitar I said, did he give
Lessons? A warning bell ran when he asked me
"How long have you been in this country?" Evasively…
I answered, sometime. "Like how many years?"
Ambigously I answered in Spanish, "just a few"
In the cold morning still darkness prevails
My body, like an individual galaxy of planets
Tells me certain things. It says I need to cover
My bare legs from the cold air. It says that I need...
To stretch it like a feline; It says I need a good breakfast
And it says that I need a good….mount
"The Bohemians" by Marcel Lorange
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