I dreamt of you, in-between
Where cliché scrapes of paper
Started to seep into our palms,
While we quietly listened to metal—
Sipping cups of coffee,
Watching the sun rise
In dark purples and greens.
In my dream my skin was covered
In ink, the kind that fills my room
With poetry wallpaper.
It was the first time I let you really
See my dust filled heart.
You listened to every single beat,
As the sun held us together with
Chain smoke and pretty colors.
I did not want to awake—
Will you hold my painted hand
When the grey realities steal me
Once again from my dreams.