Don't Dream Anymore

when i woke up
one evening, in the
dark, in the
nude - i felt
your hands on
my hips, and your
lips on my -

i dreamt about
sorrow, about
death, about
hate.

i dreamt about
this god who
loved, who
accepted, who
forgave.

but in the hazy
light, out my bed-
room window, i saw
an old man laying
in the street,

a gurney on the sidewalk,
an ambulance on the corner.

and you put
your hands on my
hips, and your
lips on my -
and pulled me
back to bed.

Reviews

[TLK]

The ellipsis in "on my -" is excellent, and furthered hugely by the repetition in the final stanza.

The way that you compare the bed-time acts with the dreams and the scene outside is very powerful.