tick tock tick tick tock.

silence, my head rests silent on your curving arms nothing we need to say now, warm sun my friend the sun wraps her fingers into ours nudges her head between our necks will will will will shake away the noises a black sleepy caterpillar lazed across the round mountain of your closed eye he extends his legs so long i am not cold i am not cold because you cover me with sweet smoke pressure breath fire burning through your ivory cigarettes as quickly as we burn through this life like comets like rockets all dust and sun my soul asks my heart what it means to be alive and my heart says this.