this morning
i fell asleep to melancholy jazz.
the darkness in my room overcame me.
ever since i was a little girl
i've been afraid of the dark.
but the humming from my radio
cradled me, lulled me to sleep
until the sounds became
so hypnotizing/so numbing
that they melted into my thoughts
that manifested into dreams.
and i dreamed of being loved,
of gentle kisses on collarbones and foreheads.
i dreamed of poetry's and jazz's romance,
of their manifested languages lying in my arms, I'm kissing
its eyelids like it had done to me once.
when i woke up the music had stopped
and the first thing i saw was your picture on my wall,
your eyes staring so intently at me.
i used to love him.
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