Fly

He slips between me

as I sleep

aside

my lullaby tune.

Reaching out

I feel

nothing

left

to keep me solid

so I fall away.

I'm opening

all of the sides of me

that have stayed hidden for so long

flying

beside

the thought of him again.

My finders aching

with these words

and the notion

of staying alive inside of my idea for myself

and

my idea of him

mingled

with the idea of us

as a unit

a notion

a nation

unto itself.

He clings to me

as I sleep

within

my words

trying

to keep afloat

aboard

this vessel

sailing

towards the worlds destruction.

Time

ever lasting

between his lips

smoldering me

with fire

and the flame

glazing me

into submission.

I hear it calling me

out of this side

this shell

this position

which I have taken

and held

for so long.

I hear him calling

my name between his lips

worry

and contemplation

have left me

tonight

and I let him fall into me.

Reaching out

for me

I fall

into him as well.

I feel him calling

longing

against this statue

crumbling

into me again.

Falling out

his skin

alive

against me.

Coming in

his body

renewed

inside of me.

In these moments

when sleep slips away

and day

is coming

everything else is pointless

including yesterday

and the reasons why

I hide away

for

all else

I try

to fly

towards him.