poem: a dreamer’s dream, alive

what am i thinking of ? / your everything. what i would be

with you nearer,

 

how we would sound

together / rhythms matching, something

pounding in the blood ; words, silences, and then they come again – i knew it would be

good but i didn’t think i

could feel like this

i knew i could be more

but i did not think that i could rise this far

without a fall ;

a hand in a hand in the bedsheets, but nothing’s rocking. my fantasies are cherry sweet, sugar-sugar thinking on

things to be, questioning :

 

will it change the way

we grow? / fire on flame / my dreamer’s skin, melting right off the bone / whispers on thighs,

skin over skin, lips on fingertips, hip to hip

to this :

 

the dreamer’s dream,

alive.

t.b. ; @raggedhearts

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