love, i dream of you
often. my
mind is lost in a
haze aphrodite
cast upon me;
my skull is a
honey-***,
waiting to be
scooped
up by some loving
hand.

i had a sleepover with a friend
we talked all night about my lover
who wanted me sometimes
i talked and mused about him all night
as if i didn't know that we were never meant to be
in the morning i put on my shoes again
i left for work but i left my soul in bed—talking
about him made him alive and had me died
so i sat in my desk caught in a daydream and cried all-day
i skipped work the next day just to feel
the sorrow into the bones

i want to dance nonchalantly in a dust-ridden library
to all the cheesy ol' love songs from 1953,
with someone just as lost in the world's rapid haze as me

in the lazy afternoon sunlight of early spring
we could smile at the clouds messy formations in pink
ask ourselves if nature was really meant to be so god-**** pretty
while staring at each other with unspoken mutuality

sometimes i wonder
whether a person like that will ever come across me
or if this will stay a hopeless romantic's daydream forever

we'll see.

© fey (26/03/20)

Your name
Just like a board game,
We make moves
Just like the youths.

We dance until we both get the chance
And I'll deliver my romance,
I'll stand like a knight
And you stand there like a princess.

I call you by your name and your
Beautiful face pops up,
And suddenly the heaven and earth shifts and brings me to you close up,
Can't you see? These flowers bloom?
Because it means you and I are not doomed

Lets dance
To get the chance
I don't want our romance
All end up in a trance
Because every glance
I lose my stance
And you help me so we can enhance

This unique dance
Always makes me memorize
Your name and our memories
Just like a treasury
I'd hide you from treachery

Your name
I will claim
From a big game
And tell you that we are the same,
The same in love.

I love the name of you,
You made myself a poet
That our story will be spoken
by my poems
That it makes more golden
With the presence of your name.

Oh, if I could I sleep forever on a daydream's cloudy cushion,
I'm cowering again from the thrilling thunder of life's perpetual percussion,
Oh, if I could rest of an evening by the warmth of your dear smile,
No need to feel the terror of time, time would go out for a while.