In my dream you straddle three young women, breasts gleaming, eyes transfixed at the green gourd dangling from your waist. You feed them this gourd, as I watch from the shadow, aroused by the tip of the vegetable entering each juicy pair of lips.

I was hiding because I did not want you to be distracted by my presence. Too many times I’ve been selfish and stupid.

I woke and fingered the jade gourd pendant around my neck. Everybody needs forgiveness.