Lately I've been having dreams

Lately I've been having dreams:
living things, crashing again and again,
stronger and weaker,
baring teeth and pepper-tongued
rage. You flipped the page

just before I was through.
Were it up to you,
my heart would be shot through with holes
like the needles of the past were all at once
unlatched.

Your sweat taunts me, sticks your shirt
to your spine, makes your
knees wet, harrows me.
Somewhere above, five hawks
cycled through today on a
wheel from the west.

Tell me I haven't laughed in days.
I want to feel incredulous again,
and touched with sin, and
nearly home,
but you know well the darkness
of a Montana night.

Drive to meet me at the mouth.
We can watch the elk
merge their shadows with the trees,
know peace in a truck bed, and sleep
until the dawn birds chide us awake.