When we were children in disguise,
covering our faces with lion masks,
running through the fields,
separating the clouds with our toes,
mama calling us in at sunset
singing lullabies till sunrise -
Animals must dream this way
when they sleep next to each other,
one thought completing the other,
chasing after one another’s fears.
She said you can always be my monster,
lying in wait underneath my bed,
whispering threats in another language,
I would find you and tame you,
teach you about tea parties
and how to part my lips.