someone asleep

What I see is you sleeping and I see
I feel I can be just as brilliant, I
am awake and I am birthing; you greenly
move you slight and weave across a cotton
winded, suffocated.

A face in sleep is a dumb face, I am
romanced by symbol and piano while
you're fucked by explosions behind
your eyelids. Your contrast is bent
beyond any darkness; asleep you're
deep in sleep and you're still the most
beautiful thing I could ever hope to see.