I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room

where everyone finally gets what they want.

You said
Tell me about your books, your visions made

of flesh and light and I said
This is the Moon. This is

the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you

there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube…
We were in the gold room where everyone

finally gets what they want, so I said
What do you

want, sweetheart? and you said
Kiss me. Here I am

leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome

burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,

my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
— Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain