Dreams are the perfect medium for love.

Like stagnant water for disease ridden mosquitoes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1Fcaro25Ek

Thats probably why Dickinson preferred to wake at midnight dreaming of dawn.
Why the surmising robins were better.



Just accidentally inspired this poem:



Conjugation

The medium of love. Analogous to stagnant water for mosquitoes.
The bacteria they carry
tear clean in half,
But in a neat mitosis-- Each parent partitions half the parts of a child.

The ceremony of marriage ties. An event for white lace
Remembered over my mother’s neck, in the photo remains of a night
on an overstuffed bookshelf.
I learned from looking at my father, how to loop through his tie.
I was really good at lacing, and knew how to unlace too
Shoes sitting on the corner of the quilt, on what used to be a marriage bed
Now only in use for one.
I started with two bunny ears as a whole knot,
Then I learned how the bunny chases round the tree
And loops through the hole and then pulling it,
Apart was so easy
if you knew which string to pull.