I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room<br />where everyone finally gets what they want.<br />You said Tell me about your books, your visions made<br />of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is<br />the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you<br />there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar<br />cube…We were in the gold room where everyone<br />finally gets what they want, so I said What do you<br />want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am<br />leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome<br />burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,<br />my silent night, just mash your lips against me.<br />We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

Richard Siken

Richard Siken