Fever dreaming. Your body is intriguing.
We are there in the stillness between your breath and the silence of our heads.
Senses and scents. Your scent makes sense.
Your velvety-textured skin has a lasting moisturizing effect to the invisible damage of my damaged head.
Our sleepless night, both fleeting and eternal.
Can we please stay awake in this state of grace?
I know. We barely know each other\u2019s last name. But, please, keep repeating my name while you pronounce phrases I\u2019ve never dared to say.
Amidst the chaos of my head, I can\u2019t help but imagine how you keep placing poppies in my hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let\u2019s lie under this fake aurora borealis with the crisp night air\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yes. Please, keep playing with my name while I find solace in your dazzling ways and I\u2019m framing you in my head, playing with my hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(The liberty of choosing you in my head and the geometry of the bed we both made, makes sense)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The languages of the light through our window\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The play of sunlight through the leaves.\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Flickering flames and the echoes of their names in our heads\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will we ever free ourselves from the cage behind our blames?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will you ever get tired of overprotecting yourself?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Can you hang in there? Can we please make another bed with the morning air?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You like my waist and my ways. I know you won\u2019t call it a day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Laws of karma and lame mantras. That\u2019s not our fate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You feel like reading a love letter and feeling the same way, every day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good spelling and fake signatures on cheap napkins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A plane you are about to take and words that are about to be read, thousand miles away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Does my name make sense? Am I framed in your head?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will you come back to place a poppy in my hair?<\/p>\n\n\n\n