Slow suffocation,
As I inhale the fumes of
Decomposing deep blue vinyl.
The bottom of the bottle growing ever closer
With dread.
My jaw and teeth ache with
A Mind racing into hope.
I dream of you.
In my owns reflection,
I see your eyes radiate.
With every thin beat from the dashboard,
I seek your sigh
Laughter from each Am radio squall.
In the small glare upon the glass,
I wonder of the golden sun upon your skin.
With Cold Fingertips
I reach to feel the warmth of your breath
In cool winter air.
Watch dust float
Upon the air,
A thousand blossoms
In the wind,
As you walk
Through a forest of cherry trees in spring.
A dream in which to escape.
And Now,
So many years later
I seek to escape
The dream of you