We meet in my dreams, you in your whole state...to drive her up that hill, and hide away in a wooden room melting together and coming apart...always interrupted by the knocking at the door. We bounce off of each other even in that life, lost to each other in this one.
I am afraid to kiss you in that room. Shoving our mouths together but not feeling anything, fogging up the glass between our lips... You search me with sad rabbit eyes, I cannot speak but bury my face in your chest to breathe you in. It always ends.
I am waiting with a string tied to the moon, you are lost in the trees outside your window. I know I will see you tonight ... in that wooden room. This time we will bite through the glass and bar the door and you will watch me eat a sandwich with your face in your hands...
A.L. 11/10
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