untitled13
i time my dreams to the second
(my heart stops
at the first three words of your reply
who knew letters like L, A, K, E
could come together and make such beautiful blue
who'd have thought symbols like R, G, B
could turn themselves into so many shapes,
all of them speaking of you.
remember disneyland 1998,
coca cola in your hand,
red, heart shaped sunglasses and minnie mouse teeth,
the pearl of sun cream still on your shoulder,
that man behind your mother with sporty sunglasses
and tomato ketchup in his goatee;
remember your uncle’s trampoline,
bouncing as high as the red brick chimney,
legs falling from your school skirt
and tracing starlings in the sky;
remember results day 2007,
your navy sweatshirt knotted on the grass,
sucking on a highland spring bottle
with a half peeled label
and sat apart from the group,
o mio babbino caro.
my breath gets caught on the roof of my mouth
as the cotton slips seamlessly down
your inner thigh.
you brush your hair out of your eye brow,
sit on the end of the bed
and with that one, secret dimple,
look at me.)
i watch my dreams in mp4.