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
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.