Mute correspondence of thoughts
gets thrown around in skies above us
and floats freely,
with one another -
it reminds me of those days
when I just imagined you existed.
I created you
over years and years
of pre-sleep dreaming,
musing about all the things
you would do to my body.
I invented the shape of your eyes
and almost felt
the lace of my underwear
as you undressed me
with that delirious stare
from the opposite corner of the room.
A feverish passion
scalded the inside of my veins,
and I knew
it can’t be just a temporary madness -
you were my chronic illness,
that I never wanted to be cured of.
Feeling sick to my stomach,
I put my kisses on hold
and cuffed myself
to a permanent state of confusion,
that left me light-headed and dizzy.
Just like that feeling you get,
when you dive under water
against your will,
and suddenly the fear of death
becomes a welcoming thought
of a translucent euphoria,
and all you can do is close your eyes
and faint into golden waves
of a welcoming self destruction,
that glimmers in the sun-lit-surface
of the water above you -
a surreal feeling,
that sways to the rhythm of a dying heart.
around gates of my guarded walls,
one second at a time,
that every day it’s easier and easier
to guess those final words
of your noiseless sentences.
My intuition has never failed me yet,
and I know that one day
we’ll end up as strangers
on opposite sides of the road -
as we pass each other every morning,
we’ll be insignificant to one another.
Once all animal urges are fulfilled,
we all commute alone.
- Chatty Owl -