Idle

Collapse
To the dusty floor of your head.
It's musty in there and the air smells
Like something long dead.

Dream
Of waking on a sunny morning
With the warmth from the window 
Wafting across your feather bed.
Kiss your love good morning
As you sit up
And breathe
And life courses through you
And you feel the warm vibrations
And the subtle fluctuations
In your veins.
Breathe

And then your body breaks
From the pressure
Of the image in your head.
Sleep
Until your body wakes,
Rusty, tired, and underfed.

Reviews

[Glo]

Absolutely loved the images in my head as I read.