inside you, inside me (flying, falling)

inside you, inside me (flying, falling)

I'm resigned to sail on through
In the wake of tales of you

“Valentine,” Fiona Apple

If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts

“Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby,” Counting Crows

do you dream of flying

or do you dream of falling

do you still dream of me inside you

as i dream of you always inside me

and when you wake from these

do you shake me from your head

like a drenched dog afraid of water

or do you cling to these hauntings

as i do when climbing out of sleep

with your voice in my mind’s ear

the unshakable sensation of close

hovering above having touched you

as if we were just inches apart

and not just imagination cinema

coming to people in dark and sleep

where flying and falling are the same

i have mastered the existential art

of treading wind against the undertow

although the rush of air blurs my vision

and i still can’t relax in these moments

unless i recall the smell of you there

lifting me like a spirit in the breeze