Hush my love
Under beds, under beds
The dust bunnies see
Through the rugs.

The cigarette sky
Of smoke and red
Like whiskey kisses
During evening naps,
Interrupted by prose
And denial.

Until the storm ends
Your bed is warm
But my breath wont carry words
The stairs know
They let me go
And I tiptoe out of the dark.

I pour myself into
your glass each night,
a toxic taste, I beg
for you to choke on.

You drain our bottle
dry, drinking desert
laps but still thirsting
for Pacific oceans.

Delving into firework
taste-buds, savouring
how we spill so easily in
nights drunken palms.

Telling me I'm cheap
stuff, liquid eyes that
keep you sober, but are
still a tempting sip.

it is within us
vague yet vivid
soundless yet deafening
boundless yet finite
this could be nothing
if you see it
as a perception of your mind
this could be everything
if you believe in it
beyond your limitation*

©IGMS 2014