I dreamed about you again last night, bleu, fires bright molten in the street tons of us. My lips stark thinking about revolution and revolt, yours full of one pronounced mistake and suddenly they are on mine.
You missed me, in my dream.

Unlike it and all the others I found myself chasing your face and so and so, but you wiping away the time of day in backseats.
I want to be happy, try, tried, trying.

I can only keep you there, pulsing, inside my head