Fire

 

I’m on fire

A burning bed ignites me

 

I sleep

so you can dream,

awake

 inside of me

 

I sleep so we can speak

I do not try when I’m awake

 

What would I say?

 

I’m sorry?

 

I’m on fire

In my sleep

with you

wrapped up inside of me

 

The wishing tree waits

So I wish,

and when I wish

 

 I wish thoroughly.

 

For I’m on fire

And I am going to take advantage

of these hours of torpidity

 

For when I sleep,

 I dream

And when I dream

I dream of you

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