In A Dream

I stand in the kitchen and thumb your things

with my eyes.

Mental notes about your preferences.

-about you.

Like folding corners in a book-

A page

worth remembering

and finding again.

Your love for hidden things...

An invitation to more

Yet held carefully, 
closed

-The length of your torso holding mine.

An assurance in your words,

while the tone condenses

and haunts me.

A cigarette in the air

And a laugh as if it were back

at you.

And a hole in my heart, so big

it is worth filling.

     Being full 

          and leaving empty

in order to number
your gift(s)

I dreamt I touched you last night.

It was just as real as if you were in the kitchen with me

I pick up my pen and try to remember.

~~~

For Michael