You are sleeping. Your shirt and printed pants on, your eyes are closed. Peaceful. Your hair is adrift on your face. Your sweet scent leaves your hair and body. It seeps thru the pillow and sheets It is my turn to sleep. I smell the traces of your scent. I love your scent, a breezy summer afternoon kind of scent. Soft sniff. I dream about you. I was on you.
When we were surrounded by chairs and whiteboards Books afloat and skulls on the table Light escaping from the other room Sunrays piercing thru the blinds You were looking at me the way you are looking at him Right now.