Today, I dreamed a romance while riding along
the country roads of a township I had never
grown up in. I felt like this wasn't an Indiana day-
and that this country road was a villanelle or some
sort of literary expression untwisting in new
My mouth was soft with sleep yet I longed for
more of it in swiftly changing winds and clouds
I could pretend were you, ministering to me.
Sounds scattered away, and I forgot my
mother was asking me if I had been here
before. All I could see was you. Were you
once a prince? Or is it just in my compelled
eyes that I see your skin turn golden
at the realization of summertime?
We don't look down, we only look at each
other, until we are soon angels in the sky-
angels who don't have wings nor heavenly
tattoos stretched 'cross their skin....
we don't notice we're running until we
collapse onto the bottoms of apple trees
and the sun's gentle stairway.
Time calls me back....
I cannot say I am with you when my body is
still belted into a Buick. Just because my heart
is upon your dusty bureau, it doesn't mean my
fingers can actually feel your pulse speak
my name in fragrances I only know as
freshly made trees and gardens and
Today, I dreamed a romance where I made love
to your silence, cosseted amid green grasslands
and sunlit orange butterflies....
I think the cicadas and crickets and all other
nightly things you would keep your window open
wide enough to hear, I believe they'll be early for tonight.
I believe the sun won't set quite so soon,
and that maybe, maybe my dreams will be an
everlasting chorus of day....and I won't have
to wonder if night will ever loathe me for
holding my breath until it goes away.
Today, I dreamed a romance where I met
the other piece of my soul; but I am young
and God is up there waiting for when I am
the age to hold a face.....and remember.
A face to remember, I love it.
I have run in to so many faces on a daily
basis, but only a few I can remember
and able to desribe. Those are the faces
who left a good impression and did right by