Home Dreams

                                                          for Stan

1.
In your dream
my home was surrounded by thick woods
Incomplete yet cozy

You felt the warmth
(Later on you’d say you really were inside me
the home being my vagina)

You walked through it
My unfinished home: the idea I live in, or rather
your idea I live in

In your dream
I am sort of half finished and vulnerable
Pure imperfection

Next morning you shared your dream
and told me
that, once awake, you saw the sign: Take Care

Now I find myself setting that sign firmly
at the entrance of this home of mine
with soft floors and open windows

I do not want to build a fort nor do I wish to be
left out in the open
with no walls to call my own

You’ve made echoes and my echoes glow
Seem to be repeating and yet
the tone is earthlier
the hope is merrier
the word is alien
and the home is me

The house might not even be mine
maybe you were never inside
  
After all, it was your dream.
 
2.
In my dream
we coincided
as it only happens in dreams

When I felt your hand on my back
under my shirt
your voice, which was mine
(after all, it was my dream)
said you couldn’t have
sex no more
without feelings

In my dream I found myself
as in so many of my dreams
in a house where I had never been

So many times I find myself
in my dreams
in large, stuffed houses
Always dark

Maybe in spite of it
my dreams are telling me
which way to find
a house of light 
without confusions.


These 2 dreams were in different languages, in 2 different countries: my dream in Spanish, his, in English. The Spanish version at http://poemasdella-anarca.blogspot.com/