This one dropped me
3 feet from memory foam
onto a red shaggy rug
sweating
viscous panting
terrified
temporarily shattered
Wide awake
counting specks on ceilings
Why am I the homicide in my dreams?
I closed my eyes
and sketched you in my mind
Each cocoa brown wavy hair
dominant bone structure
satisfyingly full beard
curve of your chin
warm soft pastel lips
glitter in coffee eyes
Every beautiful detail
and you were with me
Mental canvases could not hold you
Twisting watercolors, rippling through me
We danced
floating across crystal frozen lakes
gliding back to chest
breathing synchronized
The mere thought of you
caressed me back to sleep
blooming daisies
in the darkest pits of distorted dreams
– Breelyn Shelkey
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