Tonight, I close my eyes and I dream giving gentle rise to my voice--where like a fog, the happiness and freedom of my vision clings to every inhabitant within touching distance of my invitation to a new morning. 1
Then, like that, everyone, everywhere, celebrates this morning by making love again with no fear, no inhibition, no guilt, no reprehension, joining their bodies together in heavenly forms, pulled tight, descending towards the sky. 2
No one calls you faggot in this dream--no one thinks you deserved it and your parents are cheering for you, invisible from behind invisible stands, not screaming from behind picket lines.3
Amidst this cheering, I walk to you, remove the tubes, turn off the life support because you no longer need it, and help you out of bed where you kiss me like you once did before you got sick. 4
And for a long time we kiss, we cry, we embrace, until I walk out of this hospital with your hand in mine and we disapear into the rays of a new sun.
Author notes
I wrote this thinking about a man falling asleep by his partner who was dying of AIDS. He was dreaming about a cure.
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Wow
That's so sad. Sad but beautiful with a great ending. I really enjoyed this piece. I wish you the best of luck in the contest, thanks for entering. -Chantale
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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