i'm dreaming. i know i'm dreaming.

the landscape is half-formed similes, my hands look as though they've been tattooed by animals.

maybe dolphins.

i'm dreaming, but i can only half-fly.

mega jump.

i find you and you're lying on a bed of flowers; levitating over them, really.

you're enjoying your mattress of galaxy lilies, and as i drift closer, i notice little seahorses drifting bouncing around and clinging the undulating stems and hanging stars beneath your

alternate

form.

this version of you i fancy as humurous. your eyes are much too big and beautiful, and you may as well be naked, save for the spirals slowly eclipsing their way across your body.

i dive into your skin and dance there.


an: both subjects of this poem are male.