#1 November 21st, 2005 08:44 AM

wantingscott

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a story about the dream i had

hi all. i miss you, but my internet access is really really limoted right now
this is a dream I had wednesday night that i've been dying to share with you...   Scott

brass ladders: a backyard in Central Park North                                                                                                 

the older man is up in the winterbare tree with the younger man, nurturing him. pointing out the sights to the south.
i, too, am naked, as required. raking the leaves of a very wealthy man. pushing the power mulcher with one hand, i try to cover myself with the canvas bag attachment as best as possible. at the end of the great tended yard, the ivy begins, and within the tall slender trees. i notice the brass ladders, patina'd brown as the bark from ages and wholy incongruous. thin, blending perfection with the surrounding nature.
stepping away from the concealment of the mulcher bag, my bare feet become wet and cool in the ivy. i contemplate my nudity. the ladder in the tree before me spans the entire height of the trunk, through the branches, fifty or sixty thin feet into the air. the view must be amazing. both for me, and for my unseen employer- whose homoerotic thrill i cannot imagine. gazing upon the naked fruit in his trees.
i've crossed the secret bridges of his private park with my wife that morning. down unnamed streets as diagrammed on a proprietary map to find this strange job. and what work has he found for her inside the house? is she watching me with him? would she feel different of me, a change of emotion, permanent and negative, if i climed this tree? naked, up an enticing ladder which is invisible from a distant, a pale body among winter branches in a cold sky?
only my glans feels the chill, and it weeps for me, as i ascend.

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