Wednesday, November 14, 2012

last night i dreamed a love poem 
i dream these, sometimes.

the face is never very important, although i doubt
freud'd agree, and the fact that

last night the face was yours

shouldn't hold any special significance,
i tell myself.


we laughed because it was funny and
unexplainable, how well we fit together.


i woke up and i showered and i reminded

myself, i don't believe in romance.

2 comments:

Holly said...

graceful and evocative, erin. (are you being a Romantic about not being a romantic? I SEE YOU.)

sui said...

oh damn, how i know the feeling. (especially: "the face is never very important"...)