Memory // Dream

i am ready for the love of eyes gazing

world swirling in pupils palms

 

i see old loves folding into new

with what reminds of full and happy hearts

 

my own aches with readiness

a third heart beat

 

yet it is not present and so perhaps 

time whispers, “not yet.”

 

“ok” I say. “What is in the interim?

Help me grow my nature for love’s

deepest, please.”

 

in a sigh the tears of tasting 

both a memory and a dream.