One Thing

In my dream I can embrace you
Pull you so close
That somewhere between the tangled fabric
Skin
Breaths breathing breaths
We become one thing
We are one pulse
One thought
One desire
In a body that smells faintly of smoked cigarettes and cedar dust
In this dream
We never let go of each other
Never nervously put our hands in our pockets
And walk our separate ways
We stay there
Safe,
Warm,
Whole
Secure in knowing that we are part of each other
When I wake up
I am left with fragments
A broken glass
Even when all the pieces are collected
It is not whole
And for a time
Little fragments show up embedded in the strangest places
The memory of a blue recliner
Your leather jacket
My blond hair
And only a faint sense of understanding
Which I can not grasp