I met you in a dream of mine,
In another time
When I was pious
When I was sweet
Filled with hopes of another me
I met you when I was another me
A woman, beautifully written
I met you in a vision
A beautiful man, a tender man
Like the woman I was written
I sunk in your hug
Got drunk over your angelic voice
And dreamt over your poetic eyes
That carried nothing but love
I met you when I still had hopes
Of being pious and righteous
Because, you see, I am not that woman
Written when I saw my vision
If only sins reflect on that flesh,
Desiccating and foul
You would have known what I meant,
Bestowing me with a sweet, cruel vision
I want to meet you in none of my dreams
When I am not a woman beautifully written
When I am a sinner and foul
With skin falling and treacherous
I want to meet you in none of my dreams
When you’re not so perfectly composed
When you’re not so vision like,
And you get sucked out of my memory
As I accidently open my eyes
I want you to feel my imperfect skin
And see those scars, hidden
And love them as you loved my perfect version
I want to meet you in none of my dreams
Where I can see you, truly
With a beard untrimmed
And angry eyes, tired
And angry eyes, tired
And white hairs along those beautiful browns
With a hug still so big that I can sink in my burdens and my sins
I want to meet you in none of my dreams
Where I can love you as that perfectly written woman did
Where I can love you deeply and desperately
Where we both are so imperfect
But as perfect as a vision could be
I want us to meet in none of our dreams
Because as I dream of you, I’m sure that you dream of me
Despite that you never met me