somethin about a warehouse

i can't remember
most of the details
so really
i guess
i'm just
writing here
for an excuse
to tell you that i love you
and i worry about you sometimes
so please take good care of yourself

i remember i was in a warehouse, worked there i think

and there was something about
the way i was dressed
or getting dressed
or my clothes
i just don't
know
and
i had
a conversation
with my supervisor
about god vs religion
how i believe in the one
but not the other, really at all
how i don't think they are generally related

but then after i woke up i thought maybe that
wasn't good somehow, like maybe, it had really been
you [disguised] in the dream
and you'd interpret it as
losing my religion
or something
so
if
you're
ever hanging out in my dreams
i'm not trying to discourage you
or hurt your feelings-- just in case you'd ever be inclined to think that

i think it's weird that i worry about you misinterpreting my dreams
from the inside
i think
i think there is no good reason to believe
you can see into my thoughts
even if i think them at you very hard

yet still
i think, somehow, that maybe you pop in there
and take things out of context
when my subconscious
is in control

it's all got to do, i think
with my belief that we are somehow connected
and i wish i understood what i really mean by that

maybe we were together
in a past life
i used to believe in that
but
more and more
i am less and less certain
of the distinctness of the individual soul
more and more i feel that we are all parts of a bigger energy
which i like to call god

maybe there is a big pool of collective unconscious
from which we all draw
well
that all just confuses
what our connection to one another could be
outside the framework of our current timeline

there is something though
something that makes me feel you
through space and time
those energy orgasms
they come from you
but i don't know
if you know
that you're sending them when you're sending them
maybe
it's resonance

but
i don't know
that doesn't seem quite right either
whatever

there's a part of me
right now
that's snuggled up to you
cheek to shoulder blade
fingers wandering
across chest
stomach
tracking back up to hip
and down thigh
hovering
feeling for the subtle energies
to indicate
where next
and now
i'm rolling over you
in a way that is wholly non corporeal
pushing against you
cupping silken flesh
shifting their weight gently within my hand
stretching flexing my fingers
to broaden the scope of gentle reach
but never with any particular goal
tonight
tonight
i am gentle
it's late
and we're tired
i kiss you
feeling the slight fullness of your lower lip
and i try to remember how i used to do this thing
and
i keep my hand from your buttock
which i want to know
it is dark
i can't see
and
clothed
i can tell nothing
i restrain the blind woman in me
i rest the palm of my hand against the small of your back
and i don't need to remember the lip thing
because you are kissing me
and you have your own lip thing
and i have the lips for it
and we aren't even using our tongues
it's all very much
about the touch of skin
that is what i'm feeling
tonight
and
it could go so many ways from there
maybe we just fall asleep like that
in a state
more of deep intimacy
than high arousal
maybe
maybe there is forever
to learn you by touch