A dream finds me in
Cotton sheets white and pilly
Which belong not to me
But to the dream that is you
Also enveloped in the familiar fabric.

I do not wake but I receive the message
Clear as if spoken
But necessarily distorted and divine:

Some love is loving parts of a whole,
This is not that.

It is not your voice but the voice of dreams
It is my dream
It is the dream of us in cotton sheets together.