by R. A. Allen
With tender enthusiasm
your new lover reveals their dreams,
of subliminal aspirations
that hope to germinate
into your dreams as well.
you don’t even feel them going in.
You might even think
you came up with them first.
Certain of these dreams would require
no little involvement on your part:
and its compromises,
and its complexities,
But never mind…
you’ll give it more thought tomorrow.
Still, you have this sensation that time
is running out.
Like, maybe you did think of them first.
Lovers are sly this way.
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