it

It’s room smelled like lollipops and it’s questions were more watery than not
when you morphed into my fantasy I could’ve kissed you from relief
Like a nonsense driven lullaby or a quantity-bound quality-chart
you made up words that hugged my cavities and I made love, fucked quizzically, the notion of your nature
humming in our communal drapery
your sheets wrapping our Greek heroism in a shadowy monotony
I always knew you had to be just around the corner
problem was, I couldn’t figure out which corner.