she spills as i sleep. my hand feels the strength of god. like nature, this instinct. set abover the lesser animals like you. swift movements flow calmly. number forty, sleep tight my dear. straight through another locked door.
overflow into something she said. awake, eyes wide. trying to escape these natural thoughts...
of what i might do, of what i should do, of what i will do.
naked, bathing in her. how can i wash away this sleepless night? she spills. i've never felt so alive. she never saw it coming.