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.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
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.
