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It started as a dream would start,
uncertain,
a shadowed face unknown, a smile
ambiguous,
a jest enjoyed, suggestive, plied
with meanings,
and went on with laughter, playing,
as dreams will,
on cords too deep to hear, but oh!
to feel
vibrate beneath the heart and wake,
as dreams do,
inchoate hopes long thought laid to rest.
They woke, I woke, and saw in shadows
shining
like a pearl on dark brown velvet
a word
set in our talk as an offering,
a stone
to trample on or cherish. As dreams
are wont,
the landscape shifted, shadows grew
solid
as flesh, soft as hard flesh, darkness
to hold
and be held by, the wordless word
of senses
making sense at last, and in time
transmuting
torsion, tension, the leaden moment
of suspense,
to searing sharing. I woke again
alone,
our mingled musk shadowing the air
like regret.
This poem is copyright 2014 Kingu, to whom comments may be sent.
