She may not be
the one I know
in my dreams,
but they look, smell, weigh,
move and taste
as one.
That's when ends
In dreams, I hesitate.
She acts.
I negotiate,
and she yields.
I hide, and she reveals.
I kneel before
and she bowls me over.
But in life, a glimpse, scent,
hand up, a passing hi, or
a shared glass is the balance
we stand by.