to her
it feels
like a novel
i know it
comes from a dream
but it
feels like one too
it drowns
in normality
yet it
carries all the beauty in mornings to come
and the
seduction of evey drop of alcohol greeting the last ray of darkness
where do
i take your body after the music is done?
you
unconcsoiusly move
i become
exposed
you are
asleep
i am
awake
we are
dreaming
when will
it crystalize?
