Delusions.

Pills of strawberry and cream,

sad dreams that are too deep,

I want to sleep away from here

and wake up between your teeth

the moon is writing the song
of loneliness in the world
and tonight all the stars fall
to make us feel warm.

I need to rest in peace
on a three by three bed,
with you inches from me
and your hand in my chest

we are going to lower the blind
and to hide under the sheets,
let's close our eyes for a while
and to travel through our skins.