I’m in someone else’s sheets and I feel alive again.
I am counting down the seconds to the dream-states shattering;
I’m closing my eyes and wishing it here.
I’m gripping with my fingers and toes to all the softness that surrounds me now
But surrounds you always in swathes and swatches;
I’m keeping my mind numb to the things after
Let me rest my head on your pillow-chest always and I promise
I won’t move until it’s far past mid morning.