you take away my dream time
in perfect snores of delight,
you stir, as if in a nightmare
too dark to let go
i caress the folds of your skin,
letting the wrinkles settle in
my mind like feverish raindrops
on a misty monsoon evening
you sense the touch and
move, content exhaling a sigh
that belongs to neither us nor
me or you in separate wistful
spaces of want....
i let you carry your nightmare
to climax, staring at the ghostly fan
for a longish thirty seconds
before the cold of the invading sea
makes me press close to you
and kiss your hair......
you skip the nightmare
with a start, letting me intercept
your dreamspace with a quiet nod
and a snore too diffcult to decipher,
i miss you in the sleep
as i did during the waking....
and this, finally, i know
that i cannot possess you
even in sleep.
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