we're lying on his ship of dreams
and i'm floating on the sea of his
easy
breathing and his
life's beat is soothing me...
rocking me to contentedness
I'm easing into nostalgia induced calm
I could've sworn I've been here before
midieval knight with his pig princess
nymph with her sprite king
i'm with mine again
and the sleepy rise and fall of his
matches with the notes that twirl
around in the back-
ground
grounding me and I believe
that his Tide scent can carry me
far away into his own never-neverland
with swirls of deep blueberry
and holly red enveloping
us
back to poems
back to pepto-bismol