Sheets- warm and cozy- ocean waves of blue

Arms- long and frail- bones of the ancients

Walls- brick and iron- let no one escape

There buzzed- sang- a tiny bee

A bee so yellow like the sun 

Gabriel- buzzes above me- take me

The walls grow dark- eat upon the translucent white

I gasp- blood shot eyes- the door does not exist

Air- grey, white, gold- slips from me 

The bee buzzes and buzzes- no 

Legs- long and pale- useless to me

Touche moi- tongues of age and of love

Eyes- muddy dreams upon the porcelain plate- look frantically 

no air- what had the sheets been for?


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