I dreamed of a place

where there are only great awaited
comforts in quivering lips.
where what can open up will,
and does, again and again.

where a surreal closeness rises up
from arguments. where fuck is
sweet like candy. where I love you's,
like trees, aren't endless or
used sparingly. a place
where everyone holds onto
everything, long after the ending
has ended. . .
a place where
there are many buildings and
every building is a house and
all the houses have no walls.

I dreamed that you were dreaming
about me dreaming about you.