Dreams, There you were again in front of me, or was it behind pressing in, I pressing back no drifting off this time we were still but still not still I stirred, you drank we bled, then sank me into to you a kaleidescope of colour caressing each tiny bit you bit and I chewed on ever daring thought I pressed deeper and pursued you whispered I love you there was no need to go much further for we were here not frightened by the bear or by the wolf thru the forest we disappeared eating morels and making love