In dreams the impossible becomes routine.
You skate exuberant rings around Saturn
With me in one moment and, in the next, pause
To consider Jupiter’s situation
With gravity before waxing nostalgic
About dark Mars bars on late October nights.
You help me turn Earth green with envy when we
Lean together in cheesy photos
Towards the quarter moon as if to eat it up.
And sometimes Venus awaits us, rising up
Out of warm summer nights murmuring on sand
And changing our breath in our throats to speak with
The urgent voices of crows and gulls and in
The mercurial screams of a fox’s heat.