Thoughts From Under the Sheets

THOUGHTS FROM UNDER THE SHEETS Tricked, stolen and all but untold Unnamed, arrested and bolted to the floor I was wondering about what was on the other side Would there be a foothold on your tree? A rise from the light whispers in my dreams? Trances and wishes of something, something News of neo-breathe without hesitation With hands clasped not in retaliation Scared, sad, and my sacred torn jeans In a bunch, on your floor, mixed with yours Turn to me, anxiety aside, but with pride Wide open lips, tongues traced, yet no judgment to pass Peace, safety and love found under the sheets Blown candy and the silly sweet syrup you promised me