Reading Palms

Once I dreamed.

Twice I had a dream of you:
you put your face in my hand and
I caressed your cheek
like a cloud in my palm, because

I touched the face of fluffy
dove love, silly bird
chirping about our day
where we flirted with the sunny
dallies of the romps to absurd
chaos love, random folly love

We laughed so much of us

Tell me how you are, ’cause
I want to know every
joke of you
every joy

I have our music.
Give me your cheeky songs