Was It A Dream Poem by Joshua Bantum

Your love is the dew settling along the blades,
vaporizing in heat,
before I awoke to become your witness

You collected yourself from the shreds left
along the room,
you found your fears,
despite my furthering attempts to hide them,

And while I slept,
your warmth grew out,
and in the new birth,
was the cold day I dreaded,
waking alone,
with only a melted kiss
for your remembrance.



You’re the moisturized grass,
that warms itself while I'm awake,
With the winds you move
swaying without hindrance,
I can see your art,
from above this wooden deck.

While you've grown,
your roots have flourished under fates
unforeseen soil,
your love has prospered into the trees,
the earth,
decaying death,
that eventually dissipates,
impregnating the clouds.


Your love is the rain that falls asleep with the moon
upon the flowers i've picked for you
now finally in bloom.

your beat awakes me
from the couch I dreamt on,
your soft touch has opened me up.
putting in birth,
everything you feel.

I am the stranger that is never known,
only an image other reflections
have sought after revealing.

We are not the bodies we touch,
but instead,
the world that touches us.

We are not only,
the earth we've seen grow,
but also,
the earth itself,
growing.

We are not
you,
or me,
we are,

are not
or
are