I listen to the rhythms
your breath like wind chimes
falling in and out of place.
There is no money, we knew that
but it looks like there won't be any either.
I'm OK with this now.
You sleep and I hope.
Don't wake the worries or doubts
let them sleep along with you.
Your chest expands. Falls.
Tomorrow we will steal what we need again.
I'll push myself inside you to pass the time
and, once again, you will sleep
and I will let you forget
about the world trying to **** us.