While I slept you stood in the
colorful night market
with pyramids of bright
fruit piled high

Where those who loved you,
rushing back to their intimate stalls,
held out pears that had been
dreamed for you

And would the dream pear not
come gladly
once it knew this was you
wanting to take it in?

The dream pear chose reality,
wanting your mouth as I did -

Honestly, it was happy to be bitten.

Brenda Hillman