The bed still toasty from our body heat Like we just got up to grab a cup of OJ And will be right Back
Invisible flowers dressed up as meaning
The sunlight streaming in E x p o s i n g slept-in sheets happily, tossed Creases, smiling organza origami in dips and valleys here and up-tempo storms there
Reading Braille for the first time, mutually Fingertips rove, hungry to know more gripping onto each other, tensing Breathing in sighs and g a s p s R e l e a s i n g
Like strangers once more
Gathering ourselves Starchy shirts pulled through arm holes Buttoned up A heavy wool tie straightened Smoothed down pants with hands that understood Finality Stilettos and wingtips clamber over each other Awkward matchsticks Eyes meeting in indifference looking away before c a t c h i n g a rope falling to the depths an invitation to witness our story, A d e e p flesh wound, slowly bleeding out
It'll always be an achingly beautiful dream Left to catch butterflies in the cold
Even in yesterday’s dream I'll never see you again
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 