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?
dreams
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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