Grafitti Dreams .

We liked to dwell 

inside

the taste of our broken down grafitti dreams-

dynamically converged,

infinitely tearing apart at the seams.

We saw the world get bent out of shape,

worn out by the blurred madness

of raindrops 
set to wash away 

reality's hard pressed screams,

and we joined hands

(my fingertips tracing shadowed whispers

along

the smooth 
hollow
of your wrist)

to bring together

a place where we could allow our

imaginations to roam free,

a place I could release my breath 

into the silence in between,

to learn how it feels to

discover my name in your mouth

and the freedom I experience

in allowing the sensation

to destroy me.