Poetic License: ‘Valentine Morning 2005 (For Marjorie)’
Wrapped in your share of comforter,
sleeping beside me, a touch away,
a world of sleep apart, who are you really?
Are you roaming secret worlds, worlds
in which I do not exist, am not your lover
or just one of many?
I cannot ever know, the shield of self
locks us out of each other: uncertainty
insists we never know each other fully –
In separate universes of dream
we pull further and further apart until
the burst of waking –
drowsy embrace folds us together again –
discovery ignites our morning of love.