and now I dream of hugging strangers,
of stumbling towards a blind embrace,
of touching anyone for pleasure –

it’s just a dreamy moment,
seemed impossible when I wrote it,
yet happysad to be within it –

to only sit still and remember:
i’ve not been more fulfilled then when
i have been with everybody i have ever known –

this whole world –

now I’m having trouble dreaming
what without will finally be like
so taking time to reconsider
everyone’s favorite love poems,
and finding masterpieces
of such sweet misunderstandings.