lay your head down

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