Unsafe in my own dreams I seek out yours. In my sleep I move from here to there; see you lying soft under the quilt, and slide beneath in spectral silence. Pause to hear your heart, feel your warmth, sense your body. Then slip through doors left open in your REM time and drift through your unconsciousness.

I am sorry to intrude. But I am so comfortable here.

Ira Socol

image - Blue and Grey by Mark Rothko