Paper Clouds
I had a dream last night.
My head is filled with the sting
of peppermint from your
tongue. We are lying in a meadow,
backs crushing green grass,
finding faces and beasts
in cumulus pillows.
You ask me if I am happy
and I point to the rabbit that has
appeared up above.
"No one sees bunnies
unless they're happy, " I say.
You lean over and kiss me,
and though I am lost in
the heady scent of your hair
and the soft world that is your lips,
I can't help but notice
the fox now in view,
behind the rabbit,
and ready to pounce.