Keep Our Dream Warm

Silhouettes painted on the glass,

washing off our feverish dreams—

let’s not wake up.

Stay in the hush of our bodies

slipping to keep upright,

brushing the dew that makes us.

Keep pushing against what makes

you moan from your soul’s lips,

not afraid if we might fall deep.

My arms fold to the right places,

holding your balance for us,

just make sure not to wake before 

me.

—JG  ©2026