Can't we let the dreamers sleep
can't I stay tucked beneath my covers
warm , lost in embrace
no lines tangled and fragile across the landscape
just your face pushed near mine
just your small slow breathing
as the dream birds of night
switch shifts with those of day
you lazily get up and walk across the room
and out the window you go
swimming through the air
a scarlet bird with some funny sounds to delight the skies above
I just gaze off clumsily
tasting words like berries
you laugh back at me
it sends a shock wave through our little window
it explodes in cerulean blue confetti
gliding back, you come to me
clumped together in warmth
cooing a song about past neurosis
to help prevent their return
can't we let these lovers dream
so they may find each other
beyond this moon so full of doubts
in the day to day dreams
where they can take pieces of each other's wounds
finding them as roadside treasures
and build this house again
in a place where wires and phones speak only
to the outside world
where dreamers awake
seeing double as just one vision
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3 comments:
who gave you grapes?
The beloved of course but then again it may have been you.
just keep making the poetry sweet fella.
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