Beneath the plush plaid’s sweet caresses

Beneath the plush plaid’s sweet caresses,
I piece together last night’s dream.
Who’s been defeated? - Who’s successful? -
What has it been?

Rethinking everything once more,
I’m tortured and the pain persists.
In this, for which I know no word,
Did love exist?

Who was the hunted? – Who – the hunter?
The roles reversed and all was blurred!
What could the Siberian cat gather
Just as it purred?

When our two wills clashed in this battle,
Who in whose hands was but a ball?
Whose heart had burst into a gallop?
Do you recall?

And after all this, - what’s it been?
That makes me miss it so and need it?
I still don’t know: oh, did I win?
Was I defeated?