Day Dream

Cloaked within this veil of deception
A gauzy black tint on the mirrored glass
Staring into the endless oblivion of misunderstanding
While waiting on a street corner at dusk

Tailored t-shirt catching the wind
Wrapping itself like an extra layer of skin
Translucent against my dewy flesh
Out of place, like cold perspiration on a quivering upper lip

Two days since yesterday
You might have forgotten where we stood
Or how the buttons were placed, off by one
Mismatched among your collection of paper dolls

If elucidating was a sin
You would have made sure to sew
Your mouth closed with a row of stitches, twice
While making art with your fingers in the air
Invisible drawings on your walls, the paint on your lips

All the while, in our cocoon of muted gray tones
Ignoring the hushed rush of tires on weathered concrete
As music fills the space between the scents of our bodies
Covering the musk of worn wood, dusty air
On the dirt floor of nature
Where it all began