It's true you hear a cracking sound
When my eyes blink
Dry eyes wide stuck in the dark
Effort to shut them in silence
But you still hear the squeakiness

All because we dream together
On the same pillow our skins kiss
You tell me stories of what made you
And It's plain to see
They are not different from mine
Except that I always played in the rain
Of  which rain taught me to make signals
Whenever I am to date

I feel dryness of my sweatless skin
Here comes the bleed from my pores
Side effects of time travel to the beloved.