He asked if he could be in my dream, tonight.
He asked if he could slip down into the oneiric partitions, and be in the space where I dream.
He sent me a letter, and asked if he could inhabit my night space. It was the night of the full full moon.
When I woke in the morning, before I opened my mail, I sent him a letter.
I told him he was in my dream last night. I said it wasn't anything specific, just I felt him in the spaces like dream breath.
Then I read his letter, asking me if I would dream of him in the night which had just passed.
Can you say yes to a request which hasn't come yet?
Does dreamland know the question which hasn't come yet it answers overnight?
Can I be in your indwelling dream, could you make me be in your night?
The dream has already answered.
We are subcutaneous creatures, and we are telling each other knowledge dreams under our skin all night. Questions, answers, tales, sagas, the one about the body cell and love.
The one about the body, our prison of partitions.
(Photo by Susan, at Tossa de Mar, Costa Brava, Spain, October, 1999)