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I had a dream last night
about you
standing on the other side
of another room
talking
But as soon
as your eyes met mine
somewhere at the open door
between us
you started walking –
towards me

In my dream
I was a glass figurine
And by your hand’s touch
that I wanted so much
I became to be
a fragile me

There in the dim shine
of a room lit at night
you held me tight
until your heartbeat was mine
Warm and caressed
in your embrace
I felt embarrassed –
I had not known before
you could walk through that open door.

© Katja John, 2013

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