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.
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