Do not wake me

You're my bed of delicate freesia.

The weight of our love..
Heavy and sinking, the deepest blue..
Yet astral and high, dark glistening skies..

You and I are like the mortar and pestle
Sweet oil entwined and infused with petals..
Hot skin like musk.

You're my euphoria... my take away cloud.
You have me in elevated highs.. sweet disbelief
You have me on my knees with my pleas.

You're my comforter from which I do not wish to wake from.




A.S.