corrections
Go where your body and soul want to go.
– Joseph Campbell
In my head last night,
some reclaiming of the history between us
how we walk through our days still asleep,
our bed clothes on, hair in disarray
Sometimes the arms crossed mean cold weather,
at others, the cold look I’ve carried since not hearing from you
Instead, you should be near me –
eyes closed awaiting my kiss
how my face rests against your chest
this daydream of hair
another form of sleepwalking –
making the impossible a thing that can be
sleepwalking teaches:
if I talk to a plant, she quivers in knowing
if I am hurt and someone thinks of me, I feel that love
if, an hour after our last kiss, you are discovered in the distance,
our secret is found out
and the whole of this ground moves into a slight breath
now preciously releasing that moment when one of us turned to the other, realizing
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