the morning is still
heavy
but not in
a crushing way
more in that
pregnant

pause way
that i almost wonder
if i woke
or if this is
a precursor to some
dreamschism

the edges don’t mesh
from dream
to reality
or my adventure
in the land
of nod

in dream
we walked down hallways
of an italian manor
holding hands
sneaking into random rooms
for bouts of kisses

as the bird hops
excitedly on the branch
demanding blood sacrifice
an eradication of a species
or perhaps
a song of the sun

i just want to feel
your fingers laced with mine
as we watch the world
tell each other the stories
in our minds
no one else could ever know