dreaming of navy linen

Dragging through the hallway

Clawing through the barriers—

The vivid darkness and inner resounding screams—

They’re cautionary; “Turn back, refrain”

But I tear down the bedroom door

With one hand and ease, like this is my routine

Watch it crumble, almost devastatingly

As though every fallen piece of wood cries in my memory

Nothing has ever stopped me before,

Not when my destination is

This familiar body of affection and warmth

That glows and heals like Home

Like Love

And it’s been keeping me company in my dreams

When I’m gone, loving everyone but me

I peel away the final boundaries

That separate me from the homeland you’ve made that night

That comforter that lies cold against your nature

I reject its hopeless attempts, like this is my routine

And I weave my weary, liable body directly where I want me

Intertwining myself with your limbs like I know every puzzle piece

And I feel release. Nothing else will ever matter.

That’s how it played out in my dreams.

Until the next morning, when I’m staring out from the fabrics

At the ruins I’ve destructed of the doorway

And I see two figures—no, two bold apparitions

And they’re distantly near, I feel it in my ribs

Before I recognize them as my intuition and inhibitions

With their hands interlaced. And I realize

That is the warmth of which I’ve been dreaming

- M. Rose