Mushrooms Poem by Meghan

I could see the black of night smeared in your eyes
your smile tells a story clothed under the skies
I wish I would've known, answered the phone
I would've walked all night till you wanted to stop
cause this bed's not treating me well alone
(clearing the slate, tearing your mind apart
trace back the start of the night, that's where you'll find the car)
your palms felt like smooth stones
we lay in a room aglow as the scent of coffee and dirt rose up thru the stairwell
follow the mirages of yourself under the tripped out stars
turn the perspective inside out and upside down
eternity is now, travel the Earth barefoot, and tell me, do you remember your birth?
inspiration is just bleeding as I look at you sleeping there peacefully, letting out the low moans of your heavy dreams
there is a lightness and a familiarity that i cannot begin to name let alone explain