hornet's nest dream sequence 

on the wrapping paper moon
we sewed our bodies, one to the next.
the thread from the back of our throat.
we spill together down the gullet 
of sleep. black hole eating his brother.
a thought of sweetness & then 
of stiny. the flesh & bone of intruders.
everyone is an intruder if you are
looking closely. fingers sipping nectar
like humming birds from our pockets.
the wolf promised his eyes for
a night of feckless wandering. we devoured each
& our minds burst wild with 
ankles & feet. the mountain craning her neck
to try & see the thumbnail god.
when i was small, i could hold my thoughts
in my hands. blueberries. thimbles.
now they crack. yolk spilling into river.
a veiled ghost. you are my shoulders.
my skeleton map. thread quivering
with delight. the dream is gaining bloom.
yellow like only we can crave. pollen
as scattered pearls. we kiss & then we are
each other. i live inside your eyes.
you inside mine. dream lovers.
the needle & thread. a penny carried
to the heart of a dying star. it is not enough.
the hive has a fissure. i am convinced 
somehow it my fault for wanting 
to dream of a coffee machine.
the others broke away & saw visions
of cornflowers & dandelions. 
i never asked to see god's face
but there it was like a chainsaw. grinning
& glowing above the arched back
of the hills. the hive pleats. i turn to stone.