you always find me
late at night
when the sun ceases to chase us
and the kindest smiles
finally fade to frowns
the walls stop closing in
and I can taste your words
if only in the blanket of the dark
it's the light,
the light
and the dreams chased out by it
until I fill my mouth
with tumescent screams
to flip the pages and change the story
until I'm in my head,
and lost only in your eyes.