some giant pillows
found their way
across town
my head laid next to his
night after never
adaze with coffee
plush with cream
filtered through
a maze
emotional tether
together
flashes of fire
under the pillows that lie
next to the curb
for now
might become some hip reverie
some catalyst of mayhem
linked through every stitch
of every fountain feather
whispered nothings
sipping the sweet
dripping café
under tones from a past
ever known
more than an LCD
vision less sublime
tucked into
giant pillows
crashing
softly landing
in the future
