Warmth

You are warm drapery

Across my back

I am melting into your

Methodic rumbles

Warding off this viscous sleep

For the thought of watching

Yours

The Con

You are beautiful

And it is hard to believe,

You are hard to believe sometimes

Though your eyes tell me pure truths

You are conning me somehow

I’m sure that the day will come

when I wake up beside your bed crevice

I will search every where for your whereabouts

Never finding as much as an old t shirt

I will open my phone to call you

only to discover that you have

erased your number somehow

And then, I will finally be in on the joke

I know that you are conning me

I just haven’t figured out the game yet