Her name was "June" ...
... and she was younger than I ... and we were Friends ... loving, caring "Friends". Friends, NOT romantic lovers (when in public and in front of the eyes of the world)
But we dare not be alone ... away from prying eyes. And we dare not sleep ... because with sleep came the dreams ...
... and so the poem betrays our public image ... and tells the truth. Was it true? Or was it ALL a dream? ... An earlier poem may answer that last question. If, after reading this one ... anyone wants to read the earlier one ... JUST LET ME KNOW... chances are I can find it somewhere (still smoldering from the subject material)
This was my question to June: "Who Dreams With Me"?
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WHO DREAMS WITH ME?
Who seems like you?
Who is betrayed by worldly day,
that blanks me from her love some way?
I search for love in loveless eyes,
full lovely lips their love denies,
we share no love by day.
Yet in the night she steals my dreams,
and dreams a love it seems she feels.
her love denied, is love inspired,
and loveless eyes with love are fired.
… Stirring shivers of delight,
sweep across me in the night;
rushing waves of happiness,
circle out from her caress;
whispered words of love I hear,
sounds of breathing in my ear,
loving limbs that intertwine
softer lips that pleasure mine
dizziness from nectar wine
mortal needs soon overcome
images of two as one,
… immortality begun! …
Who shares this dream of love with me,
This dreamer’s dream of love I see?
Who loves me when the world is gone,
And then denies me with the dawn?
WHO?
Who dreams with me?
She seems so much like you …
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Rhey W. Hedges wrote this poem to -and for- June ... on June 29, 1978 ...
