lately i sleep with my
ear to the sea
to perceive what’s
below,
do i hear
a faint echo?
like my own softened
voice
bubbling up from
the floor,
your deep water
whispers
leave me dreaming
of more.
dreams
and inspired were
dream clouds
as we stood
beneath
them
in a pose that had us
believe we could
reach them.
an enchanting song
of slumber
found me
combating its tow,
unready
for surrender
into dreams
unknown.
her head filled the
pillow with
dream
and her body remembered
the running
her lips,
the moisture–
soothed by the scent of
an ethereal
lover
while resting
covered.
startled
by the sound
of my
imagination,
woken by a feeling
i assumed had
passed,
taken with a sight
that refuses
to let
go,
settled by the voice
of someone i
used to
know.
stepped through
a dream
and found myself trapped
in someone
else,
till i became the
voice
to summon my
release–
for the dream within
a dream to
cease.
laying face to
face–
in claims of same
tight space,
were we to watch
each other’s
dreams.
would we blush
or scream?
might we be underwhelmed
by what we
see?
dreamt we
spoke-
the windows
shook,
clenching
sheets-
i gritted
teeth,
then dreamt we
couldn’t
speak–
just mouthed random
sounds
in
disbelief.
hands in the garden 
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