a seed in the tummy
you feel something funny
stems from that smile you smile so cunning
your arms reach under pillows
for something lucid and killer
the death of waking reality
makes your soul feel familiar
the water in your eyes feeds the vines that hold you tight
you're nauseous from the stillness
you can't feel the world reeling
doubled over with the feeling
and out of my mouth comes the living dream you've been cultivating
with the love that's been brewing in your eyes, your hands, your heart. That love is mine. That love is mine.
And you won't forget it, not even with time.
**That love is mine.