You

Electric bolts
Living on fire
At the end of the Summer shadows
blonde hair
Grasping
And all
I hear you calling in the tick of my clock
It’s you that I open when I pull my shirts up
In the milk I am pouring in my cereal bowl
In the wet of my purple bath with my glistening soul
It’s you, everywhere I put my head
Every time I lie in bed
It’s you, it’s you I can’t forget
It’s you that I swallow with every sip of my mind
It’s you of our twilight time
I hear you breathing in my deepest of dreams
Warm as velvet sheets wrapped around me