Glazed

It feels like sometimes I'm breathing borrowed time
the absolute value jumps on both sides of the scale
I lower my velvety hands through the curtain of sleep
seeking the possibly numbed bottom of my selfhood

In my eyes the outlines of love are taking shape
my skin tingles and it downright demands you
While rinsing I drown myself to the cloudy everyday
listening to the waves with the time being the sand bottom


5/8/2017