stretched out long against you
drifting off to dreams of
southern Mexican travels
through lush mountain forests
beyond gods of the volcanoes
waking in Olmec lands

intertwined and dreaming
soft against your hardness
your leg in careless comfort
draped across me sleeping
pulling me into the circle
of shelter formed by your body

sweet against your sweetness
we paint this waking dream
which sometimes looks so real
I can swim within the deep
I can breathe it into me
I can wear it like my own