Memories of A Dream.
We were house mates and
in the dream, she was perfect.
Black short hair, grayish-green almond shaped eyes
heavy, serious lids
and her eyes shined so beautifully when she smiled.
We were playing, laughing, and then…
Slowly, cautiously, we kissed.
We Kissed, hearts pounding, I could feel hers in mine
bodies trembling in fear, in desire –
the electricity of a first kiss coursing through us…
I gently pushed her away, still holding on,
and we looked into each other’s eyes, then
confessed that we were in love with each other.
I told her what she needed to know
about me, my health, and
she knew. Didn’t care. Just said, with a slight smile
“We’ll just have to be careful then, won’t we?”
It felt like heavens that I forgot I knew
being in love again
it brought back innocence,
a child of darkness who could again believe in light
and nothing else mattered.
In the dream, for some reason
I asked her if she wanted a baklava
but when I went to the kitchen to get them, there was only one left
so we split it, laughing
as it was destroyed by the fork
and again, through the honey and flecks of pastry
we tasted each other’s lips again.
and I woke crying, thanking whatever made that dream
for letting me feel that way once again.