Half-Dream

Our half-dream nights
tightened the tourniquet of disbelief
we were love dogs chasing our tails and betting on improbable sequences

Then, you had me in your grasp
until I proved to be the least of your distractions
now your fingers clutch my shadow as you wonder how I learned to think

Separated by the lengthening distance between need and touch
we cannot converse by shouting
everything I wanted to tell you could only be said in a whisper