now that spooky impulses
fill this life,
every moment sways
in its own way
of disobeying time.
jumping into bed with a new face
of circumstances every night;
waking up with a grimace
leaving all that behind....
but never let
this meter run low.
the sweet taste
of kissing a new dream
never hesitates to show...
letting these fingers
slip into the clothes
of utopian outcomes...
searching for ecstasies
erotic on their own terms...
but still so rosy
letting me move without care
for the errors that i dare
leave behind for this planet.
come what may...
never wanna let go
of the way it feels now;
that my sails are free to blow,
that i have let
the dust of memories
get forgotten off
in this breeze,
can i hear the whisper
of the runways....