American Dream
I am Married. He's a Prince. Stole my heart at sixteen.
We bought a house. Two dogs, three cats.
We created two beautiful sons and the American dream.
I'm from nothing, he grew in stability.
I work in local government, quite boring really. He uses brawn and muscle.
Life is good and stable. We have a routine and normal squabbles.
The American dream.
I dream.
Guilty dreams.
Of wildness and hot breath. Of soaring winds and soft flesh.
These dreams are hidden. From my thoughts from his.
Guilty random not healthy urges. Restlessness. Longing.
For unknown boundaries that threaten my world.
We sleep back to back our behinds just kissing.
Hugging our seperate pillows and looking out at no where.
Some times I stay late in the babies bed. Untill I know he's asleep and my mood can stay hidden.
Hidden in unspoken words that fill our silence. These conversations we have inside our minds,
not bothering to speak and risk the knowing.
Risk our American Dream.
The picture frame around our lives structuring our decisions into normal desires.
But I dream.
My darkest secret is knowing my unknown fervor.
There is another path. A different picture frame.
In it I am wild. Reckless. Loved beyond reason. Passion is fire,
surrounding the still frames of deepest desire.
I Dream. I live the American Dream.
I Love beyond reason this quiet prince and charming boys.
I live for them.
So I fear this shifting restlessness that threatens their happiness.
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