I slept in your arms, but woke up alone, smiling. I could still feel you. You could not be seen, but you escaped from my dreams, and kept me captive. Captive and quiet, under starlit skies, I wait, for dreaming, for sleep.

Sirens sing softly through the window, serenaded by the sounds of the city at night, sentimental mouth sewn shut, but I tear at the threads, as the stars shine through my ceiling, and I am quietly, chaotically in love. There is a fire beneath my back, lava between my legs, it feels like summer on…