I dreamt I was a sweet, sly serpent.
I wrapped myself around you, into a möbius strip.
Eating my own tail.
Skin ceaselessly shifting
and sliding against yours.
We wrestled playfully in the numina of everywhere and
know-where.
Your face flowed like magma, between two appearances: the face of a man burning into that of the red fox.
My infinite sliding scale skin tethered your temporary
states of flux.
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Humor in the mental images. Eating my own tail.
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Smile. Yup. That occurred to me as I recounted the dream in words. A little naughty comic relief! Thanks for reading, OG.
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