your breaths are a symphony to me
you lay tangled in slumber
with Sara Bareilles singing softly on the stereo
a coy smile plays across your lips
while strawberry ice cream
melts on the nightstand
there is glitter on the sheets,
on your cherry bomb tattoo
of what do you dream ? of home ?
your mother in Heaven ?
walking the runway as a famous model ?
I crack open a Red Bull
you stir and roll over,
wiping the sleep from your eyes
you squint at the clock,
then stumble over
to the Grey Goose bottle in the kitchen
we laugh and embrace, speaking not a word
and gather up the fragments
from a reckless, broken night