i drank to sleep with you
in dreams i twine
your thoughts with mine
breaking your neck to recall our sins
i light the fire with fumes of my might
breaking dishes in hallways
where we used to dance within
the corridors of my eve
slumbering in night but awake in fright
of you within my being
controlling fleas to bite in time
to remind the wise of vine at night
strolling through streets
with your hands against mine
to cemeteries in a broken july
where death reminisces and your neck was to be a wish
but i dance in thought and throw words at paper
twirling around your mind with words
which remind you of things i said
words we skipped
pinot and noir and wines we sipped
under the sky with legs wrapped around my chest
i speak to you through this
a poem mixed of a kiss, nostalgia, your lips
four years and i still reminisce
about your eyes and white shirt
a libra, but a boy who turned to man
upon yours against mine
in night
in time
in another life
it’s the day i met you