A million specks of dust float aglow in the
morning sunlight; shimmering sullenly on
the windowsill, falling to the floor; revealing
some beautiful bedroom madness.
I am lying on this floor, my hands flat on the
wood. We were happy here,
I truly believe that. I simply have to.
me on the floor and you
God knows where. In arms of
lovers unknown to me. On a beach,
in the sun as the salt of the ocean
tickles dry your skin. Eating, drinking,