i ask that you remove your shoes before entering my dreams,
i ask that you enter on your knees, i ask that i am allowed to
search your mouth with my fingers first to make sure you are
not carrying any weapons. i feel for razored words hidden
behind your teeth, but your tongue is thick with silence.
i step back, let you in. i didn’t ask for yellow roses but i
got them anyway. i wanted red. i give you snapdragons in
return. mud clings to the edges of your jeans and the carpet
is ruined anyway. but you can’t get very far running barefoot.
i hide your shoes, smile wide, put the flowers in a vase.