My heart has bent itself into the shape of a crescent moon, leaning gently: the unconcerned shape of a smile. I laze in the full deep of night, sprawling like a cat who remembers kittenhood; Softly the dreams whisper in, and the maiden-form of sleep surrounds me. My body is an easy target, stretched out full, baring to the night-world my secrets of manhood. I see the colors of you and me, and hear the laughter of unremembered thoughts; I feel textures that speak of love and dearness, and dialog with a concourse of shifting images. Their words are as the light of the sun, and they speak with the wisdom of a child's laughter, winsome: I don't recall the message, or the meaning, only -- I feel it in the afterglow of waking, like body-knowledge: The distance between you and me is a dream.