the dream

the dream
   of you in floor of seat,
            having said you lost … something
             all in show of being level with me
                                              as i sit infront of her,
                                                    the one you brought
                                                                  in hopes to push me off …
                                just a little regret/
                                               a little action needed to reclaim me…
                                                            I am
                                                             already Yours, for
                                                                You are these eyes’ focus,
                                                                            she merely a distraction.

                             Shake your head in wave of me,
                                                       the secret call
                                                              of our sanctuary,
                                                                  this floor,
                                                                         our level,
                                                                                     we.