Tomorrow

Tomorrow, the world would be set aright

tomorrow

Tomorrow, I'd be dazzled with dense cool breeze not neons

And my hands would not warm

until they touch hot chocolate

From my windows

I'd traverse the sands barefoot

My window would be Paris

And the muse would sit on 

my tiniest finger and play 

romance from his lute

Tomorrow, my body would cease 

to exist

And before he cups my breasts

He would not forget how one 

hazy evening

He cupped my face too.

In that hour, our breaths became 

The kiss

Those untouched lips

would poison him 

so much that

I would walk down the aisle 

And all he would see is 

Dahlias on my hips

Tomorrow, he'd be exhausted 

and with his eyes tuned 

to the dark and dusted,

Never would any dress

look more prettier than 

it hugs me

But, Still, Still

There'd be time, 

There's always time

to slip the woman next door

out of it.

On moondust we'd sleep

and laugh till our ribs tickle 

and break 

The champagne glass

About this, about that 

Sometimes I'd be mommy

and hit the wizard 

The other times he'd laugh 'cos 

I be looking so ugly 

in those pants

But, I'd still knit a

Blue shade sweater 

that itches

To paint my hand red

Just the colour of 

His back.

Tomorrow, we'd be lost

Only in memories we stay 

But the telepathic string

would hold onto me,

Onto him.

It would just twist around our necks

so tight that we're killed.

Tomorrow, from the meth room

We'd resurrect, we rise

With historical amnesia

That damn we're not two 

Opposite sexes 

evermore.

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