Last night I dreamt I salved my lover’s lips, sore with kissing, while he lay sleeping. Dipped a finger into scented balsam of beeswax and honey, curled a glistening whorl on the back of my nail. Licked his mouth carefully, like a cat would a small spill of milk. Swept the curves where mouth meets skin, followed the fullness, finger painting over tongue primer. Then kissed him gently, sharing warm balm from sweet lips.