Psyche's Arrow

You rambled through the upstairs.
I couldn't believe you'd come back.
We made love in a wooden wagon.
You said sorry I've been away,
but not from your dreams.
So I dreamed I needed to wake up
and every minute I tried, but no
you were back for good, you said--
and said "We need to walk--no good
lying around when we haven't seen
each other in a year. More than a year."
I closed my eyes and dreamed myself awake
knowing that when I opened them
you'd be gone. But you pinched my arm
and said "Stop doing that--it's pointless--
open or shut I am here. You have never
been able to close me out--at the door,
at the window. In your desperation
you knew I would come back.
It was always in your head
the promise I made to you
in the first kiss--and in the ring.
it was always right here,"
you said touching my chest,