the lost poem written on my leg in marker

my dreams were full of briars
little paths
a song hummed so softly in the back of your throat
that I almost didn't recognize it
until I did
and outside of the thick of my slumber
I wanted you to know that I have not yet decided
if I can understand you
but I want to
and I will walk without cuts through the brambles
on the shortcut
only I know