The Dream Dreams of Dreaming

I dreamt I

was inside out

that I could see

me as only you

usually see me

quiet, composed

polished, solid

...and you saw

the skeleton,

that holds me

the spiny

exhibition of

a traveling zoo

'No Touching'

the sign says

but there's strong

impulse on

seeing that

ribcage

to stick a finger

or pebble through,

see if, something

moves...

You are the Monarch

in need of salt

and in here

I stood

very still, your

antennae landing

circling a smile

upon my beating heart

and to the empty room

whispering:

Thank you...

the closer we get

the better we see

the reflection

of ourself...

and my ears folded

deep inside, on

hearing that

tingled, and flutter

already miles off...

and yet, still, content

in the ample umbrella

of your shadow.