What if you turned to me, in the middle of the night,
Your arm a gentle snake wrapping around me;
And your fingers brushed my penis’ flesh,
Warming, swollen into wakefulness;
What if your breath caught in the back of my neck,
And what if I turned to you,
My waking lips finding you.
In this dream, I am inside you,
Drifting with you.
And, in this other dream, you are asleep beside me.
We drift, side by side,
Dream next to dream,
Soul next to soul,