In my dreams, we are giants with palms wide enough to hold the earth in, keeping it still, freezing the human machinations below and watching them run about like ants when we let go.
In my dreams, you take the stars out of my eyes and put them in your mouth, constellations on your tongue that I can't make out, and then we make out, those stars mingling between us, sizzling and sharp, cutting the insides of my cheeks like razor blades.
In my dreams, you are hungry and cruel, so when I wake up to the ruins of a love that looks more like a suicide attempt than a refuge, I find myself wishing you had the decency to hate me.
In my dreams, we're nightmares. In my dreams, you set everything on fire. In my dreams, smoke curls down our throats, and in the morning, you taste like ash.