disoriented piece*

I breathe your voice
I feed on your facial expressions
I make a living
Out of daydreaming about you
And writing my reveries
In my red notebook
I seek sunrays
Lighting up your features
Collect them, in small pieces
Hide them under my pillow
And at night,
When it is dark
I amass them in a mug
Water them with
My delirium
And slurp them
Like milk
And then, I am able to sleep
With a piece of you
Living inside of me
Until tomorrow’s sun is up