While I slept you stood in the<br />colorful night market<br />with pyramids of bright<br />fruit piled high<br /><br />Where those who loved you,<br />rushing back to their intimate stalls,<br />held out pears that had been<br />dreamed for you<br /><br />And would the dream pear not<br />come gladly<br />once it knew this was you<br />wanting to take it in?<br /><br />The dream pear chose reality,<br />wanting your mouth as I did -<br /><br />Honestly, it was happy to be bitten. - Brenda Hillman