I saw you in my dreams.

It's the first time I see you so
clearly. We kissed. It felt good,
natural, simple. It triggers
emotions this morning. A few
tears. Why wouldn't I still love
you? We didn't break up, we
simply stopped seeing each other,
never talked again, frozen in
time, forever incomplete. 

I had tea with a friend
yesterday. We walked to the lake,
talked about attraction,
psychedelic, sexual energy and
evolution. She can talk openly,
so I do too. She wants to prepare
to die, and we talk about dream
yoga, and how to stay aware
throughout the day, throughout
the night, and at the moment of
your death.