She dreamt with art.
She dreamt with him.
In a sacred circle she sat and provided the fire.
The light came through her flame.
She dreamt with silk and pearls.
She dreamt with him.
Where was he? What had he become?
A husband, a father, an old tired man in a suit?
No, he was a partner, a friend, a sensual shaman in feathers.
She dreamt with music and woke up to the poetry of his kisses and caresses.
