“Another Long Night in the Office of Dreams” by Jeffrey McDaniel

[cinaed]

ANOTHER LONG NIGHT IN THE OFFICE OF DREAMS

There's a woman I'm in love with, but I forget
what she looks like, so I take out my paintbrushes
and create my image of her.

Your eyes are blue like the morning of going.
Your ears are tender twists of logic. Your thighs
are impossible avenues my car swerves out of control on.

I want to cut the silence with your shoulderblades,
blow moon-shaped kisses to orbit your skull
as you sleep on the highest ledge of my insomnia,

but I'm a broken promise in a pawn shop,
and this is just a secret that happens to involve you.