Colors blur and time becomes more than a little unstuck
Lavender and amber pour in through shutters
Slitted and still as my hazy eyes
Cool sharp breezes trickle in with muted light and
Run like the slow teasing slide of knives against my cheeks
Goosebumps and the heady scent of last night's incense
I am cold in the early morning light and it pulls me from a dream
Barely awake, blinded and chilled and alone
But my lips are alive in a memory and though my throat is dry
I find my quiet mouth seeking to fill the
Silence with the momentary ghost of your name