Interconnected to a Dream Transfusion

Again, once again I've taken a wee nap
upon my keyboard. I've been doing this
a lot lately.  No longer have I been able
to slumber on the sleeping unit which
rests upon the floor.  For each time I try
I dream.  I dream of her, my muse and  her
transfusion connects us to a greater
cemented degree and I am not certain this
is right.  This might be another time
where I must sacrifice my heart for her
greater good.  For I am nothing, though
everything to us!
It is an Interconnected Transfusion of
spiritual fluid surging through her and
me from the Intravenous olio of her sight
and my prophesying dream world!

So far, I sacrifice my sleep to keep at
bay that which threatens to make me seek
to distance ourselves from the right thing
to do but the wrong thing, perhaps, in the
long run.

For me to speculate further would require
more Feel and a bigger towel to dry a wet
face of mine that will surely follow any
intercourse of personal separation from
our intimate connective-ness.

(And) I am not ready to give up anything!