Literature
dream last night
you ride a black horse across a field of yellow flame.
a silky white gown shrouds you and flows with your mahogany hair.
your eyes, like two stars. you turn to me, and they seem to circle
round each other. and your smile is a supernova. as my lips are drawn,
in the vacuum of our space, to your lips, our true colors pour from our skin.
the fragmented spectral pool fuses around us and unites us as one and
we are reborn into shining love. we lock hands and hover above our sun's flower.
our bodies cast shadows into deep space while our pessimism fades and our
black hole hearts are replenished by the light of our joy.
