daydream – The Messy Middle 🖤

Orange Crush.

Crush,

I’m a lush when it comes to you.

You make my blood rush, it’s true.

Crush,

I wonder if you notice me too.

–S.

You kiss your way up my spine,

my breath stops like the time,

you have to resuscitate me,

your lips on mine.

–S.

The brush strokes remind me of your strokes.

Color.

Intensity.

Pressure.

Length.

Width.

Release.

–S.

You’re a memory,

my favorite reverie,

I remember we,

were love.

–S.

You come to me in a dream, nothing is as it seems.

You come to me in a dream, flying with black wings.

You come to me in a dream, glowing like an ultralight beam.

You come to me in a dream, this is a nightly reoccurring theme.

In a dream, you seem, made of sweet creme.

In real life, a man with a scheme.

Oh, but, in a dream.

–S.