Dreams

I watch him as he lies with me –
While I am no more than
A dreamer in a distant spot;
Scorn dances along with the fire
In his eyes –

In his eyes, I can see
The naked reflection of me
Unstable and insecure,
As he’s looking back at me.
Our hearts beating hurriedly –
And yet he remains cold.

I hear the other voice,
It murmurs inside of me
As I float above that remote land
Like hot air above cold;
And he is impeding me.

He’s the cold and the heat is me,
In a constant drift
He holds me back and keeps me
Forever floating.