Send me the poem that you dream on.
Slip it out of its case and let me feel
The years of images and fantasy
That swirl in your great mind.
Let me put it to my face
And breathe the musk of your whiskers,
Feel the sweat of your life's journey.
Let me know you
As you are
And as you want to be known.
Let me fall in love with you
Over and over and over again,
As the feathers in your bed
And in your cap shift.
Let me turn the pages of your mind slowly.
Tell me even slowlier
What every layer might mean.
Then let me read it aloud
So you can hear
The beauty of your love
Come back to you.

-jenn