I wake with the taste of symbols
on my tongue.
Salt. Smoke. Your name
written in a language that refuses
to stay still.
The dream undresses itself slowly.
A corridor breathing.
A mirror that won’t reflect my face,
only the heat behind my eyes.
You stand there—tender as a secret,
waiting for me to love you into meaning.
I touch the dream the way one touches meaning:
hesitant, reverent.
Every image opens like a wound
that knows pleasure.
A door means hunger.
Water means surrender.
Your mouth means I am not alone
in this dark.
I interpret with my body.
With the quiet ache between thoughts.
The dream presses closer,
whispering in pulses,
asking me to admit what I felt
before language ruined it.
By morning, nothing is solved.
Only this:
the dream wanted to be entered,
not explained.
And I am left aroused by mystery,
holding fragments of night
like warm glass in my hands.
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Posted for Poetics: Dream Interpretations @dVerse Poets Pub
31 Responses
Dreams are so often fragments, no solution, but a mystery to take us through the day. Love what you did with this—- and I do not believe that dreams can be interpreted really
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
such a fascinating dream, no wonder the dreamer is captivated – so too is the reader
“Your mouth means I am not alone
in this dark.”
Just gorgeous
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“The dream presses closer,
whispering in pulses,
asking me to admit what I felt
before language ruined it.”
This is true of so many dreams, as they leave us wondering about their meaning.
Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beautifully written, really enters into the mystery of dreams.
Thank you so much, J. Cosmo 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love these descriptions, Sanaa! I’ve been working with Jungian dream tending. Dreams are portals to the imagination. Your poem is so evocative! 🌹
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love your dream full of sensual images left untouched. An awakening not the end, but the beginning…
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Beautiful word artistry, what a treat to read!
Thank you so much, Jay 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
Great title, Sanaa, and a sensual personification of a dream. I love the idea of a name ‘written in a language that refuses to stay still’, the thought that one can ‘touch the dream the way one touches meaning: hesitant, reverent’ and these lovely lines:
‘the dream wanted to be entered,
not explained.
And I am left aroused by mystery,
holding fragments of night
like warm glass in my hands.’
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Yes, ’tis the way of dreams, ignoring our quest for explanations, insisting on entering the mystery,,,
Thank you so much, Dennis 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
This is a gorgeous dream of a poem, Sanaa. It’s so full of wonderful lines and imagery
“The dream undresses itself slowly.” 💙
It’s a romance novel of a dream.
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Dreaming and poetry are close kin — only the images of one can be communicated in the language of the other. Still, it’s pig-Latin, but who said love was knowable, much less mortal? “The dream wanted to be entered, / not explained. / And I am left aroused by mystery …” Well done and thanks for the challenge.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Sanaa ~~~ the dream wanted to be entered, not explained. And I am left aroused by mystery ~~~ when I remember the countless dreams I’ve had, not wanting to awaken, and in so doing, trying everything in my power to return. Your luscious poem echoes my experience beautifully. Thank you for the gift and the image you chose is beyond beautiful.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
What beautiful verse to take us right into the picture – I love the sense of story and the self-reflection within – Jae
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Intimate and sensual writing and I like that the dream doesn’t ask for an explanation.
Excellent Sanaa 👏
Thank you so much, Shaun 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
The dream’s sensuality is a mirror to the persona’s desire. So beautifully relayed, Sanaa
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Love these lines:
“asking me to admit what I felt
before language ruined it.”