In My Dreams

In my dreams
Manhattan sings for her
and her smile is
because of me,
not for me.

In my dreams
my words don’t decompose
on my tactless tongue
when my stomach
ties itself up in knots.

In my dreams
our best moments
aren’t just a blur
lost to intoxicated
semiconsciousness.

In my dreams
we lose restraint
and live like lions
in a concrete jungle,
the way we were born to.





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