Veins of eyes

I opened the shackles of my eyes, by

Tackling away the sleep crust

Sneakingly sways into your dream

I see my hands there

I pulled them back and touched my head;

Through the wrinkly blanket

Searching for your hand

Finding your shivering thighs

That are dancing

To the remnants of the lullaby

Of morning birds

Trains, cars, electric heater

And your rhythmic heartbeats

And your whistling breath

Entangled eyelashes, you keep them tight while you dream

And make them flutter while you wake -

I touched my head again

I wake up

That was my dream

But it was your dream to begin with

Who owns dreams anyway?