and i'm dreaming;
of translucent eyes
blinding skylights
brightly soaked rooms
rolled, scratched, peeling white paint,
faded damasks,
dusty vases.
and i'm dreaming;
of a blue toned reality,
moving polaroids,
new souvenirs: infinity.
fresh breath of an opened window,
sheer curtains, laughing
two ghosts, laying.
and i'm dreaming;
for (our) outbroken leather, light cottons,
destroyed chiffons,
torn up lace
mistaken for spiderwebs,
ripped, stitched silk,
our threaded lives
(on canvas)
and i'm dreaming;
brushing the smoke off your eyes,
like the holes of your face
ropes to your soul.
hanging upon my dirty hands
unforgotten alphabets
blowing clouds.
and i'm dreaming;
a green garden, ours, and a tree
growing from ashes, death
in the middle, a mess.
luxurious fruits for thirst
a shell, for show
our running roots
(from tomorrow)
of translucent eyes
blinding skylights
brightly soaked rooms
rolled, scratched, peeling white paint,
faded damasks,
dusty vases.
and i'm dreaming;
of a blue toned reality,
moving polaroids,
new souvenirs: infinity.
fresh breath of an opened window,
sheer curtains, laughing
two ghosts, laying.
and i'm dreaming;
for (our) outbroken leather, light cottons,
destroyed chiffons,
torn up lace
mistaken for spiderwebs,
ripped, stitched silk,
our threaded lives
(on canvas)
and i'm dreaming;
brushing the smoke off your eyes,
like the holes of your face
ropes to your soul.
hanging upon my dirty hands
unforgotten alphabets
blowing clouds.
and i'm dreaming;
a green garden, ours, and a tree
growing from ashes, death
in the middle, a mess.
luxurious fruits for thirst
a shell, for show
our running roots
(from tomorrow)
And I dreaming to be your friend and your lover at the same time, Maude.
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