In dreams I walk through crowds,
brushing arms, knocking elbows.
Skin to skin: hands are bare.
Crocuses congregate
in beds, along sidewalks.
Unlatching city gates,
In dreams I walk through crowds,
brushing arms, knocking elbows.
Skin to skin: hands are bare.
Crocuses congregate
in beds, along sidewalks.
Unlatching city gates,