Visit Me when I Dream

Inspired by The Place Where He Inserted the Blade by Black Country, New Road

You come to me.

My room is dark.

Empty is the bed I watch you from.

Only one shy body stirs under soft sheets.

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I thread and weave careful fingers through your hair.

You’re scared I will find knots of tangled secrets.

I’m scared I will tear this moment apart.

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I trace the nothingness of your beautiful skin, cold to the touch.

Holding you tight against me. Too tight.

Leaving crescent moons next to the stars on your arms.

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I hold my breath, I catch my heart in my throat.

Worried words will call upon the night to whisk you away.

It doesn't matter, for I know you will leave to chase the lovely sun.

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This is not real,

But it is ours.

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Good morning.