11/2/13

a dream (11/1/13)









 
 
The telegraphic post that you sent in my dream,
well I got it
You said nothing about the way you found me,
on the other side of me,
or how you lost your key
but I got it,
finally
You drank sugar and wine,
there was a fine unspoken line
between your sofa and me,
I did not cross it
until I made you a gin and tonic
It took a long, long time to make it
because I had never mixed
your drink before
I served you a glass too high,
you said it was fine
I figured the longer it took you to drink it,
the longer you would stay,
then we strained to hear the music,
but the piano wouldn’t play…

ldn

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