Last night, I dreamed

I was playing with my cats

And woke up with scratches on my hands.

But my house burned down,

My cats are gone.

These cuts and wounds are only from

A half-dead rose bush I took on

Earlier in the afternoon.

Tonight, I’ll dream I’m kissing you

And will wake up in the mood for love.

And where will you be

When I need you here 

To contend with me?

-jenn