as I rest on the edge of sleep

your voice moves in.

infiltrates the boundaries of my subconscious.

the words are foreign and beautiful

and although I cannot understand them, they break my heart.

they are heavy and dark, blanketing me.

"you're drunk", you whisper, smiling.

if I am drunk, than it is your voice that has intoxicated my heart and mind.

you and I are precariously placed.

delicate.

we are new.

and you.

are dangerous.

in the dark, warm state of mind

and delicate state of heart,

with your voice coming in waves.