Orange

Poison…
Snake…
Choices, mine to make?
You’ll make for me an offer
even better when I awake.

Story dream book state,we live inside the pages.
Turn around, around, around until we
see the flip side to the cravings.

I figured it out and it all makes sense, now.
The power my dreams fuel me on.
Waiting in the dim light for you, hours
pass the beams behind me to
the dense leaves and the flowers.

Ask the one you’ve never met in real life.
She’ll show you to step back and see.
Beds and magazines beyond curtains
call for kisses so unsure,
but like your life uncertain.

Maybe if I run, I can really lose
what I’ve been trying to avoid.
Chase! And stop! And warning! All because
it bit me, I’m falling,
I’m not sure what it was.

In a blink, I find I’m back to where I started
in the deep orange light of a window
where the plants and shadows parted.

Poison…
Snake…
Dying, what an offer.
We’ll meet again when I’m awake
absolving this with laughter.

Living in a world where sex is money.
You can’t save me, walk away,
watch and hear the book is slammed.
Welcome back home to the damned.

It may be not to take the venom,
but make the strain much softer…
This dream came true in other ways.
I’m living still.
What else have I to offer…

in a fairytale?