Your breath becomes sunlight as the rays strike,
I see you, I smell you, I take you.
Sprawled against the glass bed, dizzy head,
As the in-betweens crawl in, fingers all-in,
My head, the visual fantasy of white on white,
Blurry images of that silver earring, scaring
My heart to pieces, don’t shatter it,
The bed I mean.
Fragile yet sturdy
As she said, our own little fantasy.