a drowning desire
to dream, you touch my
shoulder and push me to
sleep. 
spin cotton candy from
my spine, pour words over
me like maple syrup and
i will taste them, like
black and white memories,
when i wake.

i’m sailing face down
on this ship,
with dinosaur theories
on rippling white waves, and now
i’m running fast
on Italy’s shores;
running towards
crystal green promises
you try not to blink
away; 

running faster until
i’m flying
above rooftops to
my grandfather’s heart.