Post-Production: Dominance and Submission

Your breathing has settled into my heart
A blanket that wraps me in a familiarity
Of home
Even the darkness of the night
Cannot penetrate my dreams
Laying beneath the tortured sky
Of tomorrow

The dawn has not yet broken
But I can already see the sun
She lays beside me in a slumber
Of frightening dreams and
Prophetic illusions
One I intend to save her from
Even forewarned

My world is painted in pastels
Giving color to all the charcoal
Building bridges to scarred egos
And shattered glass
Hoping to mend the anger flowing between
Waiting to stitch the gaping wound;
Scars heal

And as I lay here I see everything
And anything
I can go anywhere
Be anyone
Cuz you will always be there
To pull me back if I go too far
Or push me when I don’t go far enough

Your soul ceases
To amaze me
For all the beauty
It possesses
And how in sync it is
With mine
How they fit like puzzle pieces

We are every cliché
And every controversy
We have already taken our clothes off
We stand naked before the other
Looking, acknowledging, accepting
Touching, teasing, tasting
Living

Every moment plays like a movie
Written based on a real reality
The script constantly being edited
Improv-ing as we go
And still working well
Even after all the months
Without nominations

If I ever wake
And you’re not there
I’ll know that I’m dreaming
Of nightmares
Eventually your breath will
Linger
Your voice will lull me
Back

Everyday I fall a little
More in love
With who we used to be
Rose petals and crystal
Shattered
But we walked on them anyways
(We walk on them anyways)

Every day passes
And I wonder what
We used to be
What we will be
What we are
And then you breathe
And nothing else matters