I look for you in my dreams, she says (he imagines).
When aware I walk in them alone–unaware
I persist in trying to reach out
to touch you–
all around me silhouettes move about.
I want no more than to find you waiting for me
in my dreams, he imagines she says,
I say, wondering myself how you said
you dreamed of me
before having met me,
or so I imagine you asking me
how I could have escaped from your dreams.