Us

A Poem For Mason

No reading in Bed. There are no lamps beside us you like open spaces on your tables
where I would like to put things that belong to me and that I keep in the drawer for your sake. You can't stand the sight of clutter and I need space

away from myself too.

Because I never slept, and these good smells are dusty, but they never make me sneeze even though I am allergic to these sorts of things usually,
I'm not when I'm here.
Every night you ramble obscure movie quotes to get whatever is in your head out of your head. do you realize what you do
is very strange to me and I never saw that one or that one or that words mix with freckles mix with your hot moist breathing
nonsense into open spaces.
Seeing clearly
Every particle of dust with my nose and I can no longer smell the musty library paper pages of those books.
Can not explain why I'm seeing with my nose but my black hair knows where you are
making open spaces for my imaginary things to fill an imaginary emptiness
I imagined all this for selfish reasons and consumed so much open space

between us

I've lost everything I came with
magic dust which often seems to cloud and protect everything around us
my conscience is finally clear just for you to be
Here inside of me
make open spaces for keeping your freckles and quotes from movies I've never seen
myself sleeping
in open spaces
outside of emptiness
and away from any chance that I could possibly imagine anything being in the open spaces beside us where there is still no need for a lamp.