(for Georgann Turner,
March 1, 1951–Aug. 17, 2021)

Do you dream me now
as I do you?
Are we together in your
place of mystery?

Please let us sit side by side
your head on my shoulder
or mine on yours.

Let us both be embodied,
arms touching, shadowed
in dreams, surrounded
by the wagging tongues
of anthuriums set into
a bed of stars. No need
to speak.

My hand on you,
your hand on me,
dreaming our separate
dreams together
forever and ever
amene.