IN THE DARK - PART XII
I savor little pieces of his heart
That he hides in plain sight,
To him holding all of the unknown of what's to be.
To me, tasting like a dream that existed in memories
Reminding me that there is only now.
The right now. An illusion waiting to indulge
Before it sets me free.
So simple as lending the tip of my tongue
And give in to the fantasy.