hymn to hunger

i've had dreams(?) like that. where spatial contours merge into the (dis)harmony of every kind of potential. hands cover eyes. voices whisper "teach me". and you waver on the edge of almost knowing. be my mirror. golden bird. angels dwell in darkened rooms. sometimes. every day new to themselves. where the sky is no longer the ceiling but a pane of glass in the cathedral window. and your breath on my thigh feels like the answer. kundalini arousing. stomach and lungs full of your voice. speaking of the thing(s) that define us. me, im listening.