by I.C.
I dream you
You come to me in order
Singing your sweet soprano in my ear
I envision you beside me
Kissing my skin with your song

I fantasize you
You are a harp of forty-six strings
Singularly I strum with fingers and tongue
I see me behind you
Playing each chord, each note in tune

I sense you
You are the sixth letter of the alphabet
I place you at the center of the seventh
We look towards one another face-to-face
Telepathing desires of the mind

I dream you...

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