I begin to dream of you again
You are swimming in the dark
You pull your legs together
You thrust your legs apart
You are wearing only bracelets
And droplets in your hair
I am swimming close behind you
And breathe your breathed out air
The water’s warm about us both
The ripples hardly sound
I catch you up quite slowly
You do not turnaround
My brain’s becoming captured
For instinct likes this dark
The warm and soft and floating,
From aeons in the past
We glide together slowly
We slow the speed of time
With rhythmic consummation
Our souls are intertwined
My body taken over
My mind is lost in space
But its Thursday morning’s garbage men
Outside when I awake.
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From aeons in the past, and from the deepest of dreams….