faerytale

liquid lullaby and insect orchestra
and you against my skin
your breath a part of this song
i feel it on my neck, in my belly
and i could speak my words
anything to your ears or eyes through mine
and feel your touch
wrapping me up and it is home
i am home

i am home alone in this raindrop bugsong
i am home alone always here
and you do not exist
beyond such faerytale reoccurring dreams
and i know this
and i give you different names and faces
of the characters i cast in the role
of the ever disappointer

and i chose you
and i learn from you and my choices
and you, the grand fictitious you,
remain just that
a character of my fiction
to play in my heart
while my soul finds solace within
and extends into words,
thoughts on streets, trains
eyes met and left behind
in windows rolling over garbage in silver caterpillars
you may be in one and i on the platform
i may be lost for a moment in a pastry ad
and a year goes by like a subway
and i could get out anywhere