He Dreamt of Spaceships

Intoxicated by fantasy, he rose
excitedly, hurriedly
shaking me awake. The expanse
of our blankets peeling back

sends chills down my skin. Still
under the veil of night
his lips explode in fumbling mumbles. Utterance,
only half understood. He wakes to tell me

he dreamt of spaceships. Thrilling intergalactic exploits
with me by his side. In league,
shoulder to shoulder, lips to lips
we take up arms.

Victorious in a dreamt struggle
he wakes to share the thrill of blood,
exhilaration of the win. Delighted
he pulls me in and breathes.

I feel his smile on my neck
as I clasp him too. An intimacy
that can’t be mistaken. Yet I am not courageous
enough to tell him my own.

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