She is desire’s object
A smoking image
A slightly distorted being
That flitters on the edge of my consciousness

I exist
The rooms shifts
I am back in high school again and
I can jump hundreds of feet upwards
And electric wires are elastic bands
That bounce my flying form back to earth

I am lucid so I learn that
This is a dream

Next to me
She
Says she loves me

I hold her
I kiss her
I make a move to make love to her
But when my head is turn
She vanishes

No strength of will
Will return her to my dream
And as in waking hours
I am alone again
Crying