Whispers into sheets

They are beside me.
The best place where I want them to be. 
To stay in this place... 
To rest. 

It fleets.
It sails. 
Fleeting.
Sailing.
"I love you higher than the moon! " I hear. 
And taste the cold air.

Transported. 
I think of you,
and we seem far.
Will I see you for dinner tonight? 
Perhaps you brought that pipe. 
You know, the sherlock one with a fancy kettle lid for its bowl?
Sends yellow smoke into the dampening night, evening streets. 

Damned fools.

I hear your breaths in tandem, like a whisper into the sheets.

◄ Five Roses

Slow fog ►

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