A Nocturne Trip

A tide of warmth

   creeping up my neck

   into my face

   like a plucked rose

   crying out silently

   against the invasion

   of sadness

…looked at her

   with eyes like flooding rivers

   of tears.

Girl,

   I found myself

   drifting…

   into the nebulous, cushiony limbo

   between awareness and slumber

Your eyes glimmered

   in the harlequin play

   of colored lights

… I went to bed

   but the excited clamours

   of my heartbeats

   made my night sleepless.

My lips tremble

   to tell you

   these words.

When…?

   tomorrow

   (if i ever wake again…)

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