dream

fill your palms
with the curves
of my face

concentrate on
the bones so
near the surface

the hard angles
of eyebrows
and cheeks

the deft edges
of pelvic bones and
shoulder blades

the reality
of skeletons
under skin

then when I
dissolve into
beaded sweat

beneath you,
when I scream
your name,

you’ll know
you’re not
dreaming