I fell asleep, seated on a chair
beside your bed, softly loosening
the squeezing gripping of your hand,
picturing your auburn hair and
wind chafed skin.

I saw you levitate above the grass,
I saw you emerge from some frightening mass.
It was then, right there, when I suspected,
you could be the mongoose
and I would be the snake.

I got sent from place to place,
the other side of the city center,
to get some ink on some paper.

I got sent from case to case,
the inside of the love you lent her,
knowing you would want it back.