Your words
Spill from your lips
Into the marshmallow softness
Of overstuffed mattresses
I slip…
Further away from you
Sinking into the ever-widening ellipses
of Blue dreaming
The feather-light fibulas of
Time and reason
Tickle the edges of my mind
I turn away –
Take a breath and catch the wave
Blanketed by oblivion’s fuzzy greyness
I let go, carried away by polytheistic tides
Knowing you’ll be there to catch me
On the other side.