. . . to be with you in my dreams,
to touch you with fingers unreal.
to find our love. . . how recent it seems.
When I wake I find you've gone . .
on flattened earth . . . alone at dawn.
you leave trampled blades of grass
Our dreams are shattered shards of glass . . .
Come come, seduce me again
With wine, we'll smoke and then,
Tell me you love me I'll whisper same,
Then we'll go to our lives again.
