My head is full of breath you breathe in and out
of me as you say that you like me forever,
you tell me your heart is a head about to sever;
love is a language we do not speak about;

we slip towards the sky, bright with yellow (but never
rose color) thoughts of freedom, keeping voices reserved
until our lips are pressed and can?t be disturbed,
as we hope for dawn to reach us soon ending our fervor.

But the dream about getting what you deserved
keeps you awake on lonely nights; turning
until yellow skies again fill window screens.

You?ll still see me making sure you are observed
because every morning I wake up burning
from your face in my deep sleep dream scenes.