Dreamt:
We’re together in a dwelling appointed
with beautiful details
gilded dressers and marble floors.
In the sunlit grand hall,
I paint over a canvas of yours.
You walk away, wading across a shallow stream
and disappear into the copse
of the far shore,
waves rise and wash the feet
of my companion,
and my feet.
In the afternoon mansion,
a kitten head
tenderly mews on the
expansive turning staircase.
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