who
You trouble me, boy, where do you wander?
I felt your sheet, cold cottons
it stared me in the face as I asked it to love me
Did I do that for you?
Stare you down my narrow hallway
Into my dream world
that room filled with color
and nobody knows you in there
Not even I, or me, or she
Or we, if it were to be
Me and you sitting there
Drowning in happiness
Cakes and spices filling our mouths
in between bursts of tongue
spit and teeth grinding
hardcore to my heart beat
I could take you there in my
own spaceship built for
you, my inner architecture;
a sculpture to myself.
