The dove has come back and is carrying expletives.
It is misbehaving again. Noah keeps sending it away with all the words he hates but it keeps bringing them back. Twat and Fuck are hanging out of its beak and Cunt is stuck to one of it's claws. A little giggle escapes out of my mouth but I try to shove it back in before Noah notices.
'Go back.' he is saying in mindspeak. Because in my Noah dreams even the dove has the gift of mindspeak.
'Go back. Take them far away and don't return until you have got rid of every one of them.'
I like him when he is angry. He is even more handsome. I like what his eyebrows do. You would have to see it to understand.
The dove has gone again and has taken the bad words with him but some of them have fallen into the sea and he doesn't bother to pick them up. He is a lazy bird. Noah has noticed and shakes his head. He shakes his head as if it is going to make any difference. But it doesn't. The dove will come back again with the bad words and will be sent out again. I have had this dream before, it is a recurring dream and always goes the same wa.y.
I grab Noah's hand and we go down to our room in the belly of the boat where we will make love to the sound of hooves and chickens clucking and dogs howling. This dream always ends too soon.
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