I dream of you. You come in
and out of the room, as you do

I dream of you. You come in
and out of the room, as you do
You have wings and you do not have wings. You love me and you do not.I weave the strange compelling knowledge of your existence in and around my fingerslike cat’s cradle. It dances. When I think of you, everything dances.In the space of my heart, where I wait for you, where I have waited so…