he talks

he talks

at night

within my dreams

and in

the light

i reconvene

with the world

in which

i reside

most days

but at night

oh, my

subconscious plays

his words

are velvet

they are soft to the touch

and the outside

is different

coarse, thick and rough

he writes them

on paper

with words i can’t read

but i feel

they are warnings

i’m failing to heed