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Hidden Destinations
2001 Angelia Sparrow
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Where do you go when the dreams take you from me?

Some places I know:

The tight curled twitching tells me of Bespin
And Father, who caused it.

Even today, I wake with
your screams in my ears,
your torture washing through my body.
As it was on Dagobah.

The motionless, scarcely breathing pose of
a frozen half-year.
The cold nothingness
permeates me.
I avoid this spot in your memories.

The angry tossing
Punches that usually hit the pillow
are memories of brawls on a dozen worlds.

And names.
Always the names.
Chewie.  Leia.  Lando.  Mine.
Many I don't know pepper your sleep.
Merri?  Jessa?  Gallandro? Jaxxon?
What did these people mean to you?
I never ask.
But always, my name is on your lips.
That is enough.

But where do you go now,
flat on your back,
smiling in your sleep?
You are the picture of contentment,
one hand on your chest, the other open and free.
Your whole body relaxed.
All but that which lies along your hip.
What makes it twitch as you dream?

I could kiss it,
this one alert portion of you,
brush the velvet head with my lips.
I could slide my tongue under the hood of skin,
tasting you all through my mouth.
Kiss you awake, and ask where the dreams take you.

I could enter your mind,
read your dreams
and know why you smile.
Perhaps I could find something
to do in there to make the dream come true
and see the smile aimed at me.

I could enter your dream,
join you in the place they take you.
I could mold it, shape it
Make it suit us both.

I could even keep you there
forever.
Safe and happy,
with no bad dreams
no danger.

Instead,
I watch and wonder
where you go when the dreams take you from me.