Dreaming me

Am I dreaming you?
Or are you dreaming me?

If you are dreaming me,
Can I send up a request?

Tug on the knots in my belly, my heart
so the strings swim into the currents
that separate us
like the legs of a jellyfish—
fluid, pulsating
watchful

But, if it is me dreaming you
then, Oh! How twisted and wrought
I have made me!





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