sleep.

in a dream i had once
we were taking pictures
with instant film in a room
filled with sunshine stripes
spilling through the blinds

they fell on your skin
making it look like
you had a striped shirt
but your chest was as bare
as the inside of our refrigerator

i dream of days of denim
and old cotton dresses
the fresh smell of linen
and your eyes brightly shining
in the summer morning light

or waking up to rain
pouring from the gray
and your hand holding me
close like we're braced
for some awful storm

but we just laugh
and roll our bodies over
to sleep away our worry
and dream of the day
that this will all be real