your body of buoyancy feeling my escape
in my bed, is the light white sheets surrounded by pluff and
silver feathers rinsed with my notes on you.
selfish to leave myself there, while you touch my skin
and i stare into my dreamboat - full of wishy washy silly stuff.
i can't concentrate on you.
i can help your flush float up, but inside of me, i seek your gentleness.
fun to fear, but not to speak, maybe.

i wear my best to endeavour our balance, of rush;
and quiet.