Letters to a Love interest speeding past nitrogen trucks

I don't dream as much as i should

but i once told you
where i threw you up on my kitchen counter
after you fed me batter from your finger
we made hot passionate sex
i pulled your hair
bit your neck
and you sucked the soul right out of me
a vacuum cleaner to the drape spider
it was great

I don't dream as much as i should

i often think of intimate messages exchanged in small bathrooms,
hallways,beds that we share
i still wake up and want your words off my lips
want you to destroy me like a wildfire does california forests
but maybe you want to sanitizer on your lips instead

I don't dream as much as i should

i take you hands and we dance into the night
until the stars scream horror movie death scene murder
crashing down on our heads
ruining worldly obligations
hot air balloons pass by as a shoulder brush of a stranger
i rub my eyes when i wake
and cannot tell what is a dream and what is reality anymore

I don't dream as much as i should
when i do i'd like to say it's about you