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last night, i dreamt the old, sea foam green paint |
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in the room my brother and i once shared |
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was swallowing up the walls again |
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(a forest of latex reclaiming acres of land) |
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you were there too! |
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swimming in your father's army jacket and sprawled across my floor |
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like an arm of the sea separating the rest of the world from you and me |
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when i woke, the first thing i checked were the walls- |
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still dressed like new in a brown sugar coat |
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and you were still beside me |
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your face was warm and flushed with sleep |
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i am trying so hard not to take this all for granted |
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so you do not stir, i lay back down quietly |
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hands nestled or anchored just behind the small of your back |
