I dreamed that tree and plant roots grew into my body

tendrils and sprouts – holding me up well past what I could endure on my own

But the most emotionally resonate dream I’ve ever had was of kissing the flowers of a giant magnolia tree

soft petaled lips to lips

A bow shock of light

arching over me

directing a symphony of stars from my dreaming bed into the branches of a tree

I dreamed about a car

keyed to your bio feedback and emotional attachments.

Curious thing, its anti road rage features demanded your docile agape

Curiouser was the dream in which we raised encrypted snails

the nautilus of their shells twisted and multiple.

“We can’t salt them.” you said, as if I’d thought that was an option

We kept time by each other’s heartbeats.

We practiced slowing our pulse

when we together

so the day stretched longer,

quietly deliberating between the infinite hallways woven from possibility, maybe, and improbability

It felt like

raindrops soaking into the earth and spreading through the soil.

It felt like belonging.