I started by breathing out
Loud in a darkened room
Her hands and my feet connect
And lace our better essence together
For a few good shakes and turns

With a spirit there (where we kissed)
Or a feather floating (in that room)

I made the better choice to not look away. . .

My cheeks are circled with red
You are barely breathing and
Trying not to show the other-side of
Your nightly dream of me

You dream a lot of me
A lot more than I remember of you
I do have dreams but they are
Mostly terrors of my haunted youth

I have a lot of feelings and
Many things to put them in
But your dark room clouds the place
Above my head and below my neck

You can kiss away softly. . .

Let me tell you about the night when
The fingers and lips will meet
To form connections that join the hands
                                                                   and feet.