milton
i dreamed that
you told me to stop
wiggling my tongue like a snake
in a garden.
and i dreamed that there
were five steps to heaven.
all of them were made from you.
i dreamed a streak of blue flourescence
across your forehead--as if i'd marked it
there with a light-laden thumb--
i dreamed only your eyes and mouth
and then dreamed only your sides
and heart.
my limbs twisted
like sounds.
i wondered why
i was the only screaming thing
in a river of fire
that shimmered silent
as a mirror.
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