.
In dreams you know
the who of me.
You press me to your chest
like a missing rib, bare
and white.
You breathe into my lungs;
your blood is fire
in my veins.
The visions in my heart
are your visions;
the toil of your brow
fills my cup.
We melt secrets
between our limbs.
In dreams you know
the why of me
and I know the everywhere
of you.
.
(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(a re-post)
Seasonings 
So lovely…I could hear that as part of someone’s wedding vows…so beautiful.
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Charlie, thank you so very much!
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A very good poem, Betty. clever and full of striking images. P perfect balance of mind and heart.
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Thanks very much, Ben!
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Just the truth.
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A Beautifully written poem.
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Thank you, Renee – both for stopping by and for your kind words!
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You write such beautiful poems, Betty.
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Thank you, Cynthia – it’s so nice of you to say that.
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