The walls are a cool custard
I picked a movie to lull my conscious
Even so I'm in a trance
Recalling your fingers...

Tracing me, fluidly
While a fan sputters, flying
Currents of electric smiles
Running from body to brain  

And softness, so perfect
Whispers, with longing
Hold me, caressing softly
Eyes in mine, swimming

Only memories, I'm dreaming
Without sleep, in need of holding
To miss does not suffice
The fan sings loud tonight

You're sleeping somewhere soundly
Three hours, a short distance
Two days, only seconds
Upon the larger scale

But walls of caramel custard
Are draining me completely
Come home to me, my darling
Your eyes are what I seek