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Glimpses of dreams, awake
We were someone's dream - not mine
or yours,
but someone’s.
We were that kind of dream where you're you, but not you, I'm me, but
not me...
I know we were a dream, because no one meets and frolics and explores
like children when they don't even know each other,
but we did.
No one promptly removes their clothes and walks into a rough ocean in
the middle of the night,
but we did.
I know we were in a dream, someone's dream,
because we kissed like we couldn't get enough.
We ignored scraping skin
and sprawled
naked
on cold damp sand.
A dream - a lovers'
dream.
Where you ate so ferociously
and I caught glimpses of the stars.
It wasn't my dream,
because it was better than in my dreams.
What a dream to have.
We found each other -
In someone's dream.
by Kathleen Moll
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