i_cried_to_dream_again raze i dreamed we were stout stalks of sucrose, perfect in our frailty. our limbs too loose to stand on. our voices thin as reeds. we were the first fingers that grew out of someone else's feet. we crossed ourselves to court good fortune. i dreamed my smile tunnelled into yours until sleep's slow salvo chased your taste away. and_when_i_woke, i cried to dream again. 220330 ... tender_square i dreamt we used aluminum metal, paper-thin and sheeny, to cover our faces. i made a relief with my hands; smoothing a quicksilver sheet against your chiseled cheeks, your aquiline nose. your closed eyes beat a devout pulse beneath their lids, my fingertips responding in-kind. we weren’t the type for masks, rather, but for maps. and the tributaries of our blood were captured by every wrinkle, and the topography of our smiles bade a welcome to the rising sun. and_when_i_woke, i cried to dream again. 220331 what's it to you? who go blather from