something on the inside breaks through
tugging at the part of me where heart connects to brain stem.
the sunshine twists the cold in the air
to the crevace of a fingernail;
the drip and follow staining the shape
that is the perfect curvature of my red defiance
or perhaps it is the discomfort
of you booming down the hallways
between the spearation of our minds
still on the same plane
but out of reach of tangible reality
brushing past the fingertips of idyllic escapism
where you become more than the scent stained on my skin
but the discomfort that crashes in my veins
pumping awkwardly through an irregular heartbeat
tripping on strands of disillusion
until you come down
only to realize that you're still wading knee deep in the reality that you left
but now hours behind in the moments that passed while you were gone
once more becoming the sobering comfortable taste
that is the sweet warmth of the coffee passing over my lips
putting any preoccupations on hold
until you return to lost
and take flight again