Love – since your are not listening
I will speak of your eyes
Although insistently you close them
I will pupil this floor beneath me
Stubbornly like a child drawing circles
Coloring those lids to open
For I am not dreaming
Simply testifying my form fully awake
Squinting my eyes with your breeze
With your wholesome disorder
You have found me
I breathe better now
Love – You have ruined me
With your mercy and lust
Thank you