Poetry - Love

Dreams

You keep walking in on my dreams
I stand there stiff,
stupidly.
A frozen tree

You keep walking in on my dreams
brushing by
like a breath
sifting through my branches

You keep walking in on my dreams
waiting for me to let a falling fruit
an apple
red
and round
and smooth
tumble into your cupped hands
with one green pool of skin
facing up
the shape of your mouth

You keep walking in on my dreams
and you are waiting
just waiting