Don’t Wake Me
when she smiles beneath the sun
day brushes against the dawn,
and I'm killing clovers like a child,
hoping that the randomness of it all
will somehow shape the future,
and I'll sneak her in
so no one catches us,
and she'll wiggle inside my noose,
and we'll steal a ride to heaven
while we listen to the ocean
sweep the shore clean of footprints,
and midnight will look
like I feel inside when
she's snuggled warm upon my chest,
and the moon will reflect her face
with continents shaped like her lips,
and I'll forget tomorrow and everything
that made it,
and I will drop a tear when
I realize that life is real,
that I won't wake up
from this dream until I die.
even then, I will wrestle eternity
in search for the humanity
that beats within her chest.
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