From Within your Bed

From the Foam of the bath

To the blood of a rose

Vibrations on the moon

To the tide coming soon

You’ll  keep talking in monotone voices

A whisper

From the other room

The other side of the wall

That dances like a waltz

To the record player

Who sings bird songs at night

Enchanted Embraced with the moonlight

Half past midnight 

“Time for reading”

Emagine stories only remembered by 

The watercolor blur of words and ink on a paper

Listen to the pages turn

Count silently 

1,

2,

3,

The room yellow 

A candle in the window as if

To curse the atmosphere 

With intimacy

And in your bed I sleep

elegant like a flower

A tulip warm within ones grasp