with cool breezes
late nights or
early morning
like the windows
opened wide
puffs of dark air
rolling in
like lips parted
breathing still
feel the O2
running through
like dim lamps lighted
on my desk
like the stars
on my wall
like the one hand
on my mind
walking twirling
through my hair
like soft feathers
on dreamcatchers
downy filters
in my lair
like your shadow
on my waist
like your shoulder
by my ear
like quiet laughs
after hours
like sweetheart
unreality.
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