I.
You inspire in me
poetry far more divine than any man
I’ve ever loved has
If only for the sake of my craft—
Be my girl forever.
II.
That girl on the train—the train I missed—
was you.
I remember your dark hair and your face
through the windows of the subway car—
and I remember the way I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you left—
then I saw you again in a different dream
this time—you despised me, but I loved you
hopelessly.
III.
You said everything we’d done before was an act,
but I disagreed and tried desperately
To get back to where we started.
Eventually you came around—
—my shoulders I feel your arm
and I take your hand.
We silently agree, and we’re back again.
IV.
We disappear into the dark, and I feel a ghost’s hand—your hand—
hover above my chest.
My breath runs away from me,
and I brush the hair away from your face
Your neck, your jaw—
then you smile as a way of saying—
“Yes, you may.”
So, I do.
I kiss the side of your face, and the dream ends, before I reach your mouth.
