I have been looking forward to
the days when I can talk over
my dreams with you over
cups of tea. And sometimes cookies.
It grounds me,
you know,
it grounds me.
And I do not know
that you know you are
keeping the peace
in the space of my skull,
but you are. And are darling
in that effect.
Pardon my smoking,
I need something
to gauge the space
of time and distance
between your seconds of poignancy.
