Dialogue and Appetite

We love each other in the dream

where the softness of a lie

is a freedom we allow,

where the shading of shared caress

is patterned as riddle, as resistance.

We never accept the harder path—

that rich seasons may follow drought,

may follow floods.

Three kisses define us—

like ambivalence or indiscretion,

the unceasing voice calling out

for more, for less.

Ruinous, avid,

ever in awe to flight,

to murmurous speech,

we love in a dream.