Trance Dance

Lovers cling to each other’s dreams. This is why I can sit again at your kitchen table in the morning, butter bread, and drink your herbal tea even though I always need black coffee, I did not tell you that because I had dreamed myself to be in love with you and everything you did and liked not knowing I was reflecting your love and your dreams, Ideals choreographed, tranced us, it was a dance between lovers as strangers. Even now I can enter your small bedroom, in your London apartment with your Persian cats, in a time long left to slumber. There we will make-out again with those perfect people that we never were while dreaming of another love we had then yet to meet.