correspondence

I dream this morning of being
tangled, my arms and legs
between the sheets and you;
I wake to find myself again
tangled between the sheets and you.
For years now I have written you
into my life, my tangled dreams,
scrawled across this page like sheets
left warm upon the bedroom floor.
(October 21, 2013)

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