The room sleeps As I lay awake And as the sun rises I want to reach out the window, shove it back down and Give myself a few more hours With the calm rise and fall of your chest.
I don’t exist outside of here, Only between the posts of your bed. Fabrication Needing constant validation From your touch. And if the morning never comes, You’ll stay here And I can pretend to be What you need.
If time runs Then I should be able to dam it up Like a river Stop it from flowing Freeze it in place.
But time is greedy. The moon is too weak To stick around.
When light fills the room And wakes it from delirium The dreamer stirs And I disappear. Am I just a dream?
When I’m gone there is nothing. Just time.
One word from your lips And my body reanimates Dances, breathes then lies still again. Finally awake. But alive? Real? The room only knows.