Staring at the screen I can’t see
Between the eye and the flat
A memory or day dream
Of you, of me
I think in illusions
While smell and touch illuminate falsities
You are nothing to me
Much less than you ought to be
Are you lonely in your choices?
Is there warmth in the bed?
Where I’d be the island in the ocean of cotton
And you would swim to me
Oh we can see how you are afraid to enjoy me
© Mints and Wisdom 2013