remain.

smile, he came to see you.

and he came to touch your arms 

too cold, filtered lines of light 

of your imagination

through his hair.

your mouth scented by honey lemon 

drops before bedtime,

easily melting under a heating sun

seated above the roof, the chimney 

of tiny snores spouting content sounds.

you smile

at this very happy movie emitted 

by the sun above the roof 

of your mouth.