The New Year's dream

Heads, and shoulders
necks
chests and
arms.
We are intertwined and combined
from old shells
into new selves.

I am bound and twisted into
memories of us
that we have yet to
live but still feel
as real
as a summer's sun kissed slumber.

In secret
gardens
you and I are holding
hands and
naming children after constellations
Of love.
I’m reading you the poetry of our dreams
You’re building soundtracks from old solitude
We’re molding manifestations of
Us.

I've just no clue, who 'you' are.