Wake up!

You can't remember where it was

Has this dream stopped?

The snake was pale gold

Glazed and shrunken

We were afraid to touch it

The sheets were hot dead prisons

And she was beside me, old,

She's, no; young.

He dark red hair

Her white soft skin

Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,

Look!

She's coming in here.

I can't live thru each slow century of her moving

I let my cheek slide down

The cool smooth tile

Feel the good cold stinging blood

The smooth hissing snakes of rain...