Greek Lover

I dreamed that I was with Greek lover, we were always in a bathtub in space, lover had marble ball eyes, it wasn’t scary but cool, when the balls had been popped out the eye holes were burning red. They popped out in the evening before bathtub bedtime. Lover had a friend who was in love with Greek lover, it was a sad infatuation, one of those you stay in because it feels good but you know it’s for nothing, nothing but that single feeling of good old infatuation. There’s no survival rate, there’s no hope and that given-up-hope is pleasure, it is calm like balcony cigarettes dipped in red velvet wine.