5 years ago. September 6, 2019 at 4:45 PM
my dreams seem to come from many mouths
many places, none of them my own
they lick with sandpaper tongues against my consciousness
they call and cry and demand.
I come to you and breathe you in,
inhaling your peace.
It is a balm to my unquiet mind
i'm thankful for your solid chest
your warmly beating heart that never hurts.
When i'm awake, you're there, soothing
cooling the fever.
when i'm asleep, the thorny siren's call begins again
touches of fire that pull me asunder
aching hooks that plunder
my desire, pulling it up and out
and out
and out
and out
until it lays there
a defenseless quivering thing
please I ask you
please I beg you
don't make me dream alone
anymore
Having good talks with my amazing sweetie inspired a poem ^-^