My dream-catcher caught a
glimpse of you last night...

He stumbles at take off
like an old crow fighting...

She didn't bother
with clutching a sign...

You cloud against the mountain,
tracing stone like Braille and...

She began daydreaming of
clawing through the tunnels...

She splashes her face
with numbing water...

Frustration was his comb
as he smoothed his hair...

As she glided chatoyant
lines across her eyelids...

They play games like
tag and peek-a-boo...

You've traced the lines
of my hands like you...

Red-bud winter creeps
past blooming Easter lillies...

Pinched cheeks vine along
a coconut's bungalow...