between wake and sleep .... when memories overlap of now and then, long ago, like so many other times, so natural to turn to him in sleep, and fall under and through, between awake and dream,
like through the veils of time
I dream of the hut .... smeden.... his back as he works and the moon outside .... the glow of light
....
and in sleep I move over his body, and press my lips against his hair, and wrap around his hips ....and forget where I am, when I am, when we are; that way time overlaps; like the first time I saw him; like finding something so long in search of .... like something washed up from a shipwreck
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