I’m on fire

A burning bed ignites me


I sleep

so you can dream,


 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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