to feel at ease
i bend you between
sheets of meadows, fires we reap
i dance in thought
in memory
still feel you breathe
in oasis
i converse with myself at night
to touch and feel you right
where i seemed to leave you
a darkened corner
in horrible moments
taste to touch
to break to be
slumber in thought
how great would it be
to be thirteen
we echo in a sour hum
as i felt you
on a different frequency
we seemed to be
all but nothing
the feeling of absolutely
i take to your creed
wondering if you had feelings
i taste the emotion
things were spoken without words
the birds turned their cards
the guards felt too hard
your walls tremble
with gratitude
ideas begin assemble
you were symbolism
the devil
my temple
and a vessel of stressful