Comfort. Drifting. Waiting. Wasting
Somebody I left behind, pulled out with the tide into skies spying peaking to a sea of crawling clouds— can you see me in the searing silence, withdrawing whispered sounds on my finger tips, I feel my consciousness on my tongue and with lingering lips I taste ten thousand dreams I’ve had of you falling further into the great blue bane. As you do. What were those dreams, that ship has set sail, but there are lighthouses I see looking out wooden panels placed around edged white walls, the dull light found there, found here, found behind rocky rocks, nothing the moon cannot hide, shed a tear on me moon, like new stars born red desires on your white cheek, I wanna lay at night, without reaching to myself, let it happen, breathe, breath less as my effort, release my regrets, and pronounce myself, comfort