When all is done
My complete stranger
our random instances of reason and desire
are separate versions of ourselves

a hunger and stillness
tears the sky
with difficult blues and sunset reds

Easily
we could relay star bound in lost times
find ourselves in recurring dreams

Glass-painted together
like the sea (unreal)

where clothes removing
sound like the washing of sea stones
hissing with foam,
bodies entangle
till the currents will have us
bed swept
and we have to come up
for breath
where the sky and surface
seem to meld

where its hard to tell the difference

and we've come no closer
to unmeeting dream and reality

07/16/2003

Author's Note: adapted from JB's orginal version of 'Sky Therapy'

Posted on 07/16/2003
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