The Lunatics 2: Push Tumble & Fall

The Dream

"What is the difference between love and lust?" You ask me.

We are On a Beach.

I can't make out your face, but you feel so good to me.

You rest your phone on my shoulder, and it plays the song.

We sway to the beat of the ash-pop music just like we like it.

The smell of the Atlantic is all over me and all over you.

We are wearing matching T-shirts that you made for us.

It's v.2.

We look so stupid, and I like it.

You like it too.

You breathe out, so I can breathe you in.

You are taller than me.

A plastic bottle washes up on the shore.

Our boots are wet.

Your cheek against mine.

"It's how you make me feel," I say.

"I knew who you were when you walked in the room that first time," I say.

"It's like you're magic," you say.

"It's how you make me feel," you say.

I don't say anything because I am full of mysteries—and that's how I am—and that's how I like it—and that's how you like for me to be.

Your jeans are wet.

My shirt falls off my shoulder.

I am changing the definition of happiness for you.

You are me. You are so pretty.

Tall. Skinny. Good Threads. Great Smile.

We have stupid pet names for one another.

We're both boys even though I'm a girl.

And it doesn't make sense, and it's our world, and that's the way you like it—silly and sexy—and that's the way I like you to be.

"What is the difference between lust and love?" I ask you.

"That's easy," you say, "Lust is passing, there is no longing in lust."

You look at me waiting for my answer, but I don't speak.

You know me with all my mysteries.

And that's the way I like it, plus that's the way you like me to be.

"What do you think is the difference between love and lust?" You ask me again.

"There is no difference because one cannot exist without the other, they are codependent. I can't love without lusting for you, and I can't lust over you on a constant basis without falling in love with you."

You close your eyes.

You kiss my forehead.

You push your forehead into mine.

We tumble to the beat of the music. This is the part they talk about the people that rule the world. This is our favorite part.

"I like your definition better." You say.

And we're going to get everything because this is the real thing.

And I tell you how it's a gift and you know it's true and you've never had this feeling.

And you want to give me everything.

And I want to let you.

And you are changing the definition of love for me.

There is no question.

We are one soul.

Lust on Love.

Love on Lust.

This is True Love.

"I have to go now, you know, right?" you say, and I nod.

"I knew you couldn't stay," I say.

"It's just for a little while."

"I know."

"There's nothing you can do to keep me out."

Your hand touches my heart.

"I know you are going to try—I want you to try—but nothing will keep me out."

My hand touches your heart.

"And there's nothing you can do to keep me out. I want you to try—but nothing will keep me out." I say.

I want to make out your face, but all I see is the essence that you're made of.

"Wait," I say, "When you are back, how do I know it's you?"

"Because I will bring you this." You open your hand, and inside there's a five-pointed star ring. It's yellow gold, and the star is made up of tiny diamonds, and on the inside of the band, it's engraved Twins.

My phone dinged, once, twice, three times until it woke me up.