I sleep in gray cloudiness
That isn't sleep at all
where i indulge your inner saphires
and follow you down stair cases that wind endlessly

i awoke to being awake
to find day old coffee and cold linoleum
Just wishing
I could be clutched in your rivers of salt,
Following every curve to your cheek,
Every Eyelash washed together
Just Wishing
That i could look at you and taste warm sunrays
Or the sunrise, just to feel the wet dew on your clothes.

I awoke to find i had never slept
To sapphires and cold linoleum taunting me
Adorning velvet fingertips and curves
That memory binds me to in frantic tightness...
Your finger tips, your curves
You who would have made me drink that day old coffee
As i watched the cream colored smoke pour from your mouth.
Late AMs i breathe you in,
And Breathe you out,
Just to write your name on the glass...

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