I had a dream about you… You said ‘Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light,’ and I said ‘This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there.’ The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube… We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said ‘What do you want, Sweetheart?’ and you said, ‘Kiss me’. Here I am leaving you clues… My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back. ~ Richard Siken