In a flood of mood swings i am operating with today, i thought of your extravagant You.
Your cunning eyes & that gasping silence, as blank as possible, you fed me with most lavishly.
I envy the voices you love to listen to.
And crumbles of you always lie in me in ambush, you, a squatting beast in a murky corner, fright nibbling and waiting for the dawn ...
Smacking kiss into your brain.
P.S. Was i ever in your dream?