there was no point to the dream
other than you
sitting beside me in a darkened theatre
our arms entwined elbows to fingertips
ignoring a fellini film
caterpillars and stars deciding for us
the setting should be a bedroom
blue velvet seats became
lush green sheets
the rest was all the red of your beard
desperate kisses
and what it would be to fall asleep
after having made love to you