#poetry is not dead
I dreamt you
No you’re real
Still I don’t know you well
Most especially not the way you came
To me in my dream state
How to put into words something
So no-holds-barred passionate
Frenzy escalating at a just-right rate?
Pulsating with need, freed from
Everyday brain-numbing constraints
Delirious yet decidedly lucid
Abrading yet making every ache better
Via ecstatic escapades; exhaltations
In every exhalation escaping trembling
Lips loosened easily–volume rising
With each vibration from you to me
Enough to quake me awake wondering
Why you and why in this unexpected way
Is my subconscious playing dirty
Tricks on me? If I go to bed
And you meet me there
Another go-round would be
Icing on the cake
