*Originally written on 10.16.2023

Do we dream of breathing
Like we dream of tasting
Fruits long forgotten
Smooth to the touch
Appealing to the eye
Sweet to the tongue
With a tart yet airy fragrance

Do we dream of flying
Like we dream of smiling
At the hearts we’ve left behind
Tenderness arising
Supple and soft
Bleeding profusely
With a writhing ‘welcome home’