dreams of maybe *poem*

i felt it roll over me this s'morning
the calm cool silk of his lips upon
the sandpaper of my heart...
leaning into kiss me
left little drops of blood...
i felt them roll over me
so sweet did i get tucked to dreams.
so quiet the plea in his voice
asking me
could you love me?
please.. just tonight.

i knew it, the second i fell into the
beautiful sound of his eyes
this is the moment the floor drops
i fall, not for fallings sake
could i be....
and in halfa second my feet are on the floor again.
kiss me?
lean over this river
and take me
right now...
in front of all these ghosts
your quiet loudness haunts me now..
should i have...

i felt it this smorning
the sweet stain of the nights fancies
resting in my body
urging me
to want...
want to know the truth behind the sensation.
tightness strangles me as i go to breath...
he has stolen the air in my chest...
he has murdered me this second...

hello beautiful nonsense,
sweet morning illusion of granger.
i am the bell of the ball
in these memories...
i am all the attention of the room
and he. and you and all others...
long for me..
in these my memories..
i turn and face the man
there... there goes that floor again
except in him i have wings,
perhaps i don’t need to land