Palimpsest
I dreamed of you this morning
as the sun filtered through the red curtain
heavy with words and tears and embraces
you were strolling through my brain, naked
piercing through the folds in my grey matter
your eyes laden with stories
boring through the membranes of my cells
one by one
your breasts exposed, naked
big and full and heavy with sadness
with silver nipples
from which flow the rapids of love
the blood of pain
the screams of ecstasy
visions of light from other worlds
and our two solitudes intertwined
your thighs, burning and voracious
steamy and sweet
your skin, a palimpsest for the future
rough as the dust of all the roads in the world
and me, writing on it
with all the inks within me