She tossed and twisted in her sleep
in a realm beyond dream
and there was a stain of beauty on her lower lip
bleeding between her low guttural moans
and gasps of poetry exchanged
between her breath and her heart beat
and it crawled from the corner of her mouth
and down her chin and slide along
the long line of her neck
and pooled above her collar bone
before traveling down to her chest
where it bore its way into her smooth milky skin
and spread through her
consuming everything she had ever been
and would ever be
and she turned into fires made of silk
and words made of flame
stolen from the languages of the time before
and she was burned down to cinder and ash
and devoured into nothing
and in turn began to devour everything
and she became the beginning of time
and the language of leaves
and the songs of stars
and her belly and body swelled
and she became infinity and immortality
and she swallowed the realm of dreams
and the land of death
and the breath of life
and then became
the mother of dreams and death and life
and slowly and silently her body calmed
and she slumbered peacefully
for a time to long too measure
and a moment too short to record
and then suddenly she gave birth
to everything known
and every mystery that could never be explained
and she woke and yawned and stretched
and pulled a dream from her eyes
and began to weave...