waking up, dreaming still

ho-humm
*blink, blink*
*scratch, scratch*
(smiles)
(mind starts to whirr)

Life
(opens eyes)
*sniff*
your smell is the breath
that plays with the mind
such that it tickles
not only the nostrils
but the indentation
of the brain
where thoughts run amok.

it shatters the haze
blown by my mouth.

(moves closer to hug)
Love
*giggles violently*
you are like an old
and torn shirt
I wear
with great fondness--
every crease
has molded my body
anew
every hole,
my pores have
memorized.
A guilty pleasure.

(kisses your body all over)
My Lady.
*tsup tsup*
*muwah muwah*

*sigh*

I can die.