written in Jenny's bed

after five hours of perfect rest,
i am perfectly rested;
body and soul.
a cold wind
enters from a cold window
and makes love to my shoulders
gently tapping the blinds on
the windowframe.
another window
is like the room's third eye-
one forgets it is there,
but still it lets in light.
in it i see yellow
and orange trees
against the whitish
silver clouds,
all framed by
an evergreen.

my friend is still asleep,
and so i shall lay
back down.
i will listen to wind and rain
and maybe Janis Joplin
softly
in her bedroom
on a lazy autumn morning
and wonder for how many lifetimes
have i known her.