To fall asleep in another’s arms
Begs my mind in a culture of two’s.
Less than a fantasy, my desire
Of an affection rest, for a fantasy
Comes without affection.
Chances of the dream to fall
From my face into hers –
will of a little girl.
If she sleeps in NY and
Arises in La, then she is
ID – What’s it like?
Fontainebleau
