| In dreams, women with long slender necks stroll past like giraffes, while I stumble on my wheel of stars. Their smooth lips purse anticipating sweet and succulent leaves. Jungles rise up around me and the primitive sounds of predators seeking the giraffe women with yellowed claws and teeth at ready. Rough tongues grooming previous meals from their fur and their eyes set the leaves on fire. I turn my own eyes inward to avoid the slaughter. I drown in deeper dreams of smooth skin and soft air shared. I wake to an empty room with sheets tangled tight around me. |