i meant to wake up before this happened

but in the dream we just talk
neither of us asks for anything
and we speak in low voices
grow tired and stretch out
comfortably yawning
in each other’s faces
come here you say and
head fits on shoulder and
arms wrap soft and firm and
you feel like a white oak and
your heartbeats are ocean waves
in the dream i am warm and sleepy
but neither of us drifts off
we speak we laugh we are quiet
breathing in the closeness

i walk home and the wind swirls
you into small tornadoes
i swear i’m not crying it’s just
i have a little grit
right there in my eye see
i can’t see please
take my hand and lead me there
i will be so far from home for so long
maybe you could bring some quiet