The room sleeps
As I lay awake
And as the sun rises
I want to reach out the window,
shove it back down and
Give myself a few more hours
With the calm rise and fall of your chest.
I don’t exist outside of here,
Only between the posts of your bed.
Fabrication
Needing constant validation
From your touch.
And if the morning never comes,
You’ll stay here
And I can pretend to be
What you need.
If time runs
Then I should be able to dam it up
Like a river
Stop it from flowing
Freeze it in place.
But time is greedy.
The moon is too weak
To stick around.
When light fills the room
And wakes it from delirium
The dreamer stirs
And I disappear.
Am I just a dream?
When I’m gone there is nothing.
Just time.
One word from your lips
And my body reanimates
Dances, breathes
then lies still again.
Finally awake.
But alive? Real?
The room only knows.