Never Forever

Your eyes fell out

to the sound of

kitchen's humming,

lost in a pot of tea

beside the flickering dots

that scurry

with worry -

dance of the ants.

Deep within 

the roaring fridge,

a light burns out

so you can hear

the leftovers

of yesterday's mind.

All along a fly awaits

as you masturbate whale sounds

onto a plate.

The taste lingers

on my tongue

as I awaken to the dream

that you are.