Sometimes I do remember.

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A dream reminded.  A love, a real one, more recent as far as it goes.


I sent her a coat.  A trench coat, a nice one.  The next time I visited, when I knocked on her door, all she was wearing was the trench coat... for a very short time.  Reacquainted.  Quickly.  Fully.  Often.  For a while.  A week or so.  It actually wasn't about sex.  That was merely how it was expressed, at least for my part.  You do realize blunt sex is female, right?  Oh, some males, of the lesser sort, too.

All of this imagery predates this song. It predates her, if she fit the bill exceedingly well.  Better than any woman I could remember, and I could a lot.

She fits lots of bills.

Odd, it was through her that I started seeing God.  Actually the gravity of the pull was pulling her too.  Still is.  A greater darkness bettered by the smaller weevil?  With a call and enough attraction, yes.

Do yo recognize the greatest potential love, and enemy?  Has to do with the mirrors of our souls.  Who is there?  No one seemed to get it.  I decided to say it.  An aspect from the dream that... caught me offguard.  Then I remembered this song.  It brought clarity.  We are all Kosh.