DREAMS

He prayed for his children
And for the woman he left them with
And he prayed for the woman he loved
And though he wasn't supposed to cry
That night he did

Let our tongues touch
Before our words divide us
For our skins met before we did

Feverishly
Staining their sheets
With the perfume of their fucking
No food for feed
Except on each other
The sight of the other beautiful in sleep
Deep slow deep
And though he thought he couldn't cry
That night he did

The sum of a man is his dreams
The stories he tells himself over
Of who he once was and where he is going
This is the lodestone
Around which he forms his world

There is nothing without his dreams
The past and soon forgotten
Rotten corpse of the hoped for
Prides that stumbled then humbled us all
Crumbling ruins of all we tried for
So see the dream

Any dream so long as it's with her

Let our tongues touch
Before our words divide us
For our skins met before we ever did

And in her dream
He dreamt
He cried