"And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so?"/
"And what did you want?"/
"To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth."
- the last poem written by Raymond Carver, on a scrap of paper in his hospital bed
I dreamed of a rose that dove like a fish and returned my wish for a magical kiss from the darling daughter of the goddess of water her flaming lips floated to mine and together like steam we rose in a dream