Delirium

Delirium makes
Everything blur.
Hundred white dots
Dance in the air.
Before the rest
Drifts me somewhere.
You are the last
Clear thing in mind.

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Cough Syrup Is Always Too Sweet

 

Cough syrup is always too sweet.
I stare at ceiling, grit my teeth.
The night is so long when can’t sleep.
Another dry one makes me leap.

Cough syrup is always too sweet.
I am bored to count my heartbeats.
Then the weight shifts down on the sheet.
I feel your body and the heat.

Cough syrup is always too sweet.
I shake head, don’t need any treats.
You smile, whisper “try this, please?”
I smile, reply “what it is?”

The warm lips take my breath. It defeats.
Cough syrup is always too sweet.

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#staring at ceiling, insomnia night (2016.05.14)