Sometimes I have a dream that I’m laughing
on white sheets in midday
in the room I grew up in
with the sun striping every shadow from your face
you pull my leg over your hip
and I say, “how romantic”
We both know the meaning
of white and light
kissing without tongues
laughing without jokes
dreams start and end like men
out of haze into haze
starting life without a shadow on your face
ending life under the cover of sheets
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