II.

crusted cakes.

moist lashes.

eyelids cemented-

my own night

keeping them closed.



chains of words,

sentences- maybe

lullaby me back.



rock me to your tune.

coddle me with linens,

press me to your cheeks.

whisper to me, ginger.

I still hear you,

even while i dream.

even while i fall away

from that voice of yours.

carpet burns.

and
secrets sealed in sleep.