I dreamed of you
Of antique books, misplaced
Honour and dark drawers in libraries
Inviting me inside
The space you live, was it here? There? Where?
I dreamed of you
You saw me, you heard me
Knew me in all occluded shadows
Returned to walled corners
Dim light hiding a thousand whispers
I dreamed of you
Lamplit pages opened
In the inky night. Familiar
Stories in leather bound
Books, shackled to your most secret place
I dreamed of you
Next ‘ladies on buses
Holding keys to pandoric lockers
From a nearby railway
I asked you to pen one. You laughed
You told me to be free
So I dreamed of you, See?
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