There
Over on the bed lies my girl
Wrapped in the dark scheme of sleep
Wrapped up in her dreams
And
Brand new sheets
I hold her with disdain
I lick her with sour tongues
I choke her with my pages
When you look to someone or something
To turn the sun into the moon
The mechanical hands crawl
When you’d give your breath
For a moment not to end
The days always fall a little faster
Surely I love her
In every passing moment
Through every fading dream
Frantically pacing
Placing
Piecing peace together
All for the better
For whatever may assemble
And eventually be dismantled
© J. James Martinez
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