what do i do

your face is smooth like the infinite sky

the storms have passed leaving a chill

yet i can't find serenity

if i could climb into your ear

like a cartoon of adventure

and touch the pink and grey and get it all over me

sticky and sweet i'm sure

maybe i can melt into it

and never worry again

i'd lay open armed in your inside flesh

and it would swallow me whole

and it would be warm and wet

and would cover my arms

and would envelope my chest

and the pressure would be comforting

and the air would not be necessary

and i wouldn't have to speak

and my mouth would never open again

and my nostrils would be filled

and my eyes would be sealed

and i wouldn't have to breathe

and i wouldn't have to be