inside thse four grey walls
i dream
sweet, warm images
not the truth, but only what i wish was
steadily looking deep
into your eyes, your soul
where your feelings sleep
waiting to be swept up
so i come open
defenses down
as we hold each other - close
closer... melding together..fission..explosion
and then i wake, brutally
the repercussions still echoing
etched into my memory cells
leaving me cold and hungry
shaking like an addict
without a needle to satisfy
to sooth me, to cover me
an opiate for my mind
