marmalade.
you opened your mouth softly
and let herbal sweet smoke billow out
chasing your breath through the damp hallway.
we watched the drunks dance in the street outside the bar
from the window of your second-floor apartment.
your stained-glass lamp cast a marmalade glow
over everything in the room.
and i swear to god, at that moment we were REAL.
the things we discuss part our lips in slow motion
but fly free, brushing gently against the walls and curtains.
-i said i was going to be happy someday and i meant it.
home.
fairy tales.
soul one.
