This is no dream

Lying in the morning's warmth

the sweet green flannel plane

my leg hiked over your hip

as you are turned to face me

All the space between us filled with

love and light and night's warmth and morning's

loving. Light dreaming through the portals

falling in bands across our bodies

My hand in yours, curled like a lotus

dreamed open, eyes open, opening into

shine and wing and future

every single tomorrow

jjl

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