I dreamt I was sweet

I dreamt I was sweet
like Lombardic queens
with amaretto kisses
lost and loved
swayed in arms
but the earth is a wound
which I'm poured into
like salt that burns
burns and melts
to make it better
time is the key
eventually, we will be
praying, changing, knowing
slowly growing
but until then
I dreamt I was sweet
sugar between teeth
lost and loved
like a Lombardic queen
in a crimson dress