i had a dream that
i plucked the flowers
from his chest and
his smile turned it into
a wilted bouquet.
with the stars wrapped
around the hem of
my sundress and saturn
crying for lost navy,
i was a callow-minded
breath beyond rain
and he told me i was an
endless night, but no,
i did not mind that at all.
for i was kept safe by
the space between his hands
where callas revolved
around forever; and forever,
like time, didn’t exist.
only him. and i. and a garden
full of impossibilities.