Both
Awakening, this nubile morning,
Beside the voluptuous lady
Who slumbered in the moon-laced glade of my dreams
Is, if not sheer serendipity,
An event of epic numinousness, celestial providence,
A revelation so palpable
That it makes my body pulsate.
Could it be that this passionate being is still a dream
And yet the fleshly companion of my destiny?
And if she's both,
Am I her waking reality as well as her sleep's fantasy?
01/08/11
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