Somehow you sleep
vibrating with caffeine
& curling fetal.

And in that lying state,
the wings of your mind
take flight
into a receding dream.

Cinnamon fragrance
reminds you
of our happier days
down by the seashore,
where everything
was a shade of grey
or cobalt or jade.

You marveled
at the sinister way
I moved my lips
& you sipped my soul.

But it was decades ago,
in the same
receding dream
I'm having
with you.

And you must,
you must know,
we were meant
to soar together.