Dream: Oct. 9th, 2008

White sheets again.

But this time adobe walls,
dusty brown mixed with the deeper brown
of what little wood could be
found in the desert:
the bed, dresser, window.

A little turquoise, native artifacts.
Lace curtains blowing in the hot breeze.

You sat up and stood before
I knew you were there,
sheets falling to show you naked.

For the first time I felt the cotton
on my own skin and knew I was naked too.
And thought about what that meant:
that this was morning in a hot, dry place
with you greeting the dawn
after a night of loving me.

You stood in the doorway and
around your skin I could see the
velvet day approaching.
Not another living soul for miles...

Your shoulders rose and fell with your breathing
and I watched, captivated.

The sun peeked over the shadowy hills
like I peeked over the sheets.
You could see neither of our mouths,
but you could tell the sun and I were smiling.