Dim blue
Filters inside
Her breath is pumping the light
Into the room
It's taking over the gloom
A fragile moment of stillness
In her agitated illness
My body is aching in silence
Is begging for balance
I only want the best side of imperfections
I learn the feel the rest, beyong what seems like simple fiction
Time stops
Till the alarm clock
Separates our arms locked
Together
The door looms, scarlet and golden
Pulls in a vacuum
Pulls
Pulls