i used to love these sheets

i used to love these sheets

i used to envy the way

they got soaked with your warmth

i used to watch you

bathed in black and white

bathed in blood orange

and gold rose

the sun must have loved you

more than i did

for now your words

scorch everything

and your gaze would boil

the Siberian wilderness

do you still hear the crickets

do they still sing of hot nights

and long lost lovers

maybe we'll find our

highway somewhere

but right now

the asphalt is sticky

and i'm suffocating

i used to love these sheets

now I love nothing more

than the idea that

somewhere we are

breathing air

instead of this

dark toxic matter