Dreams (to Rama)

The marvelous

Thing about

Dreams

Is not

Their

Reality

But

Their

Precursors

To

Reality

But

Their

Ability to

Lead

Gooseflesh (to Rodrigo)

Morning

Bleeds

Above

Manoa

Ridge

Raspberry

Saul

Yawns

Quietly

Looming

Clouds

Scrape

Birdsong

Your

Deep sigh

Sleep

Sounds

Turn

Me

Beneath

Blankets

You

Lay

Tawny

Skin

Wrapped

In cotton

Finger tips

Trail

Across

Ridges

And bone

Tickling

Today’s

Gooseflesh

Remember

One day

When

I am

Old

And

You

Are

Young

Look

Back

At

These

Words

And remember

Not

What they

Said

But

How they

Felt

Remember