I was doing a walking meditation, clearly not meditating, after I’d written this piece.
I think I would strike out the first appearance of “the place of”, as I don’t like it popping up twice in such a short poem.
It would then read:
All by myself
with you
As you drift to
your dreaming, your imagines
Each time
one more time less
I cap my wish to disconnect
and instead I rest in your
rhythmic journeying, every night,
to that other place
Miss Qwerty 