Thoughts In The Metamorphosis Poem by guillermo veloso

I was dreaming my dream in my dream
Soaked in your scent and tangled in your hair
Swimming in the dark to find the you of you
A drunken dharma set in motion, reaching for
That line on the back of your neck that
Quivers and pulls tight at my touch,
I want that!
A play and a joust
A back and a forth
Maybe it's a madness I seek
Maybe a poem that needs birthing
Maybe a sympathetic muse
Maybe a comfortable ear
Maybe just a touch to feel alive
Or maybe just lunch..
I don't know
As I pause now and think,
I don't know
I don't know if I need to love you
Or if you need to love me
Is this electric touch is worthy enough
Of these dreams?
Maybe
Then day breaks through the drawn blinds
The cat wanders in and watches while
We go back to our chairs to wait the next dance