I want to be
touching every part
of your body.

To simultaneously
be inside
and surrounding you.

My dreams, my dreams
my dear are still

like the sky right now:
a nobody-needs-to-know blue

stitched in gray
thread so thin
it only believes
in itself

then someone says
all of the houses stacked
on the roadside are what
we're driving toward.

Now work, dream. Work.