[from strange horizons poems]
even the cold here is love
you are as close as bye
maybe leading a room of sleepers
maybe i’m dreaming this
how would i know
what point in time would waking deliver?
no one can translate the french
i don’t need words
and this perfect glass of water
just over a year ago
has the dream continued to rise all this time?
and the love
continued unabated and strong
how can i comprehend
this warmth you have wrapped around me?
and these dreams