Night mocks in pretty dark blooms, as i

wake in a dream, something in my throat,

as i choke, gargling in water, would you

even bother?

Sometimes, if i am a good girl, i will

fly, wanting to get high on shadows

and secrets…..

I sip and slumber in daydream wonder…

If we hold hands with big grins, we could

color nocturnal, but, only for a little while

until we got bored, and skip to another

scene to bleed….

I want to drink sunsets endlessly,

sinfully, telling bedtime stories….

You…i…roused, what would you show

me when everyone sleeps?

In fields of dusk and dew i run….

come find me….