in the dark guttural sounds choking spit into mouths pried wide open. she lays across me like a snake slithering across preying hands that tug and pull and grip into twilight. you dream of petals. you dream of sighs and beckoning. spent i lay flat on my back and admire her against a blue haze that wipes the room out completely. she asks, did you dream, did we dream this? i replied reaching her to keep me still, you are the dream.