A smirk in the dark sipping the imaginary green tea of cleanse night.
Staggered, I fall backwards satisfied with my own senseless tongue
As fingers drop and slightly touch the thinest layer of dust.

Stars unseen but I imagine them perfectly smilling towards my eager to please the moon.
She laughs at my desperation to burn and leaves me staring at the empty wind.
I forgot to close the window and it's already 4 a.m.