the dreams are

real and they see through

the windows that are my eyes

and put singing birds

in the sky near where you live

if you open those

pretty windows of yours

you will see flowers that

have spots like a tiger

and have a slight blush to them

similar to me when I am embarrassed

and the calls won’t be arriving

no knocks on the door today

just kisses and kind words

and a taste

of the common

warmth and heat

made of the moment

when comfort

takes over control