Hey, you - yes, you
You taste like yesterday's breadcrumbs
I know you, somehowsomewhere in a place
Where my feet, I think, were submerged in water and I,
I was lifted by hooks in my skin towards
A ceiling with an oil pastel sky
But I just met you this morning
Under the sheets and over reality
I had gone over bored, and I think you saved me
From notdrowning...
They all felt like neoprene dolls, I swear!
I couldn't hold them too close, or I'd stick
And it'd burn
So you walk in here with your piano-key skin,
Ivory and lilac from the garden, and
What am I supposed to do?
That day, when the sun wasn't up
And you weren't thinking o